Time Is Ticking - Sunderi

Time keeps slipping away from you That sends us spiraling out from under You don't know what you gotta do You feel the beat, you feel the hunger Just close your eyes and know That everything will be okay Don't put on a show, just say That everything will be okay Time keeps slipping away from you That sends us spiraling out from under You don't know what you gotta do You feel the beat, you feel the hunger Just close your eyes and know That everything will be okay Don't put on a show, just say That everything will be okay (Everything will be okay) (Everything will be okay) (Everything will be okay) (Everything will be okay) Just close your eyes and know That everything will be okay Don't put on a show, just say That everything will be okay (Everything will be okay) (Everything will be okay) (Everything will be okay)

We'd better think about the things we say We'd better think about the games we play The world went round, around and round We'd better think about the consequences We'd better think about the global senses The time went out, the time went out What about Chernobyl? What about radiation? We don't know, we don't know What about deprivation? Gluttony, the human nation? We don't know, we don't know For me love is all, for me love is all For me love is all, for me love is all Time is ticking out Looks like we screwed up the ozone layer I wonder if the politicians care And time went out, and time went out What about our children then? Is there nothing left for them? We don't know, we don't know For me love is all, for me love is all For me love is all, for me love is all Ahh they need oxygen, ahh they need oxygen For me love is all, for me love is all Time is ticking out yeah The time is ticking out

Through the rain and the moon and the stars You know that all this gon be ours Listen to me strum this guitar It seems like our dreams are so far We gotta sprint we gotta move I know the time is ticking We gotta push we gotta punch We gotta keep on kicking Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday 2-4 7 we gettin it Friday Saturday Sunday Be the days for all the missions Time is tickin yeah Gotta get it yeah yeah For my niggas This one for my niggas yeah Yeah Aye, and this one for the Children yeah yeah Head up, gotta get ya bread up I know my family is mad at the shit that i Do But i swear they dont listen My head is spinning Grandmother told me if she hear i smoke Then i gotta go dip man Its gettin wicked I guess im dipping I need some fixing Its that not easy the fonto be hittin Maddy dont worry im working my eyes on My goals and i promise you that i aint Trippin Ya not hearin me Ya not hearing me no Fight the battle Dont let em have you I aint got fear in me woah Momma this is me Momma this is me Ima keep rapping forgetting the trapping I swear that we gon make history Ya got ya eyes on the gucci and prada but I got my eyes on the victory I bet they not gon say nun Bout tats or the rap When they see us make 10 a piece I had a Quarter P You had more me than me Wanna know the difference Youngings move all my greens Then all it come to me I just be sittin They aint say shit to me Aint say shit to me Now they all hittin me They was all whining complaining till they Started seein they gettin they shit for free Now they shit is free Musically been blessing me Momma i told you You shouldve kept they heat They was just testing me I couldn't fold you We gotta sprint we gotta move I know the time is ticking We gotta push we gotta punch We gotta keep on kicking Monday tuesday wednesday thursday 2-4 7 we gettin it Friday saturday sunday Be the days for all the missions Time is tickin yeah Gotta get it yeah yeah For my niggas This one for my niggas yeah Yeah Aye, and this one for the Children yeah yeah Head up, gotta get ya bread up The Mary Jane took the pain away All in my mind and I can't escape Got a bond that you can't break My life feels like a movie take Lights is flashing on us Hold my hand Now we in the corner Losing grip and I'm losing composure Ass so big I could roll a blunt on her Got A nigga sweating like im sitting in a Sauna Ass so big got it from her momma Red bottom Bleeding out the Balenciaga Baby girl up always counting commas Aye, yeah And she drippy wet like agua Smoking all this weed I just fell in love With ganga Gotta give the praise to my one n only Father But I get the hustle for the money from My momma For the squady, I go narley Get to sparkin, like a harley Said I get to sparkin, just like im bob Marley yeah No more talking, we gon get this money Yeah Ayeeee Ima scream until my lungs fade Life is real, this aint no game Goin hard like im in the paint Time is ticking Time is always ticking When im fucking bitches I tell that bitch to listen A niggas on a mission Im working through every min Ain't focus on nun these bitches Ain't focus on nun these ops Ya haters always plot These niggas be ops no cop These nigga be hoe no cap You got your bitch on lock bop Time is ticking yea Think im in a dream Nigga i feel so cold ice cream I don't care im faded off the weed Time is ticking yea My watch aint say a thing But i want some icey tings I want my water gleam Hot and cold four sea- sons Working til im bleed-ing Honestly i need it Cuz my mind be leaving When im smoking weed and When fucking treesh and Get anxiety yea I just need money I don't need these treesh yea I need energyyy yea Good vibes Imma just fuck her like 2 times Imma just getta bag 2 times Imma just smoke on this weed, wait Imma just sip on some red wine Niggas be flashing beans aye Humble i stay on my grind Im moving around like a king aye I'm moving im running through red lights Time is ticking aye yea And a nigga is still in their prime We gotta sprint we gotta move I know the time is ticking We gotta push we gotta punch We gotta keep on kicking Monday tuesday wednesday thursday 2-4 7 we gettin it Friday saturday sunday Be the days for all the missions Time is tickin yeah Gotta get it yeah yeah For my niggas This one for my niggas yeah Yeah Aye, and this one for the Children yeah yeah Head up, gotta get ya bread up

Clock is ticking, the bugs are dead I burned them of the wall and had a fit I ran into an old friend of mine All we could say was it's been a while I wanna dig up the memories I wanna go to the black-out fields We're anticipating to the nothingness And amply rewarded for an arty mess Clock is ticking, and we know it Time is money, so hit it quick Try to mend all the broken hearts The healing of soul is about to start I wanna dig up the memories I wanna go to the black-out fields We're anticipating to the nothingness And amply rewarded for an arty mess