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Time will mold you and craft you But soon, when you're looking away It will slide up and shaft you Oh, time Oh, time No friend of mine Mama, mama and teddy bear Were the first full firm spectrum of time Now my hurling days are done And there's no one to tell And there's nowhere to run Time, a blossoming clover But soon it will say "Okay, come on son, bend over" Oh, time Oh, time No friend of mine Oh mama, mama and teddy bear Were the first full firm spectrum of time But now my hurling days are done And there's no one to tell And there's nowhere to run Time places no pressure on you But soon it explains what it means by the Funky Alfonso Oh, time Oh, time No friend of mine Oh mama, mama and teddy bear Were the first full firm spectrum of time But now my hurling days are done And there is no one to tell And there's nowhere to run Time will send you an invoice And you pay with your strength and Your legs and your sight and your voice Oh mama, mama and teddy bear Were the first full firm spectrum of time But now my hurling days are done And there is no one to tell And there's nowhere to run

Just a quick peek I already do not fuck with you You say you get the cash, okay little bitch well lucky you Acid tabs on the tongue, shit I might tuck in two Head spinning like a DJ, what would Mustard do Put it on replay, shawty like a melody Shit I feel like CJ, but GTA's not my felony Homies rolling up packs I got white in sack, but bitch we ain't selling these And you know them shits hit hard like Triple H and that pedigree Damn, I think I'm fucking up Down in dirt like a Tonka truck My momma said I ain't doing shit with my life and act like I don't give a fuck So I had to man up, that shit opened my eyes Wait that shit opened up my life, no wait that shit opened up the skies Took a leap of faith and cut all ties with all the bullshit that made me high Pop another xan just might make me die I'll probably drop dead if I took another line I have no idea why she talk a lot, pull up right there in the parking spot Bust-a-bitch on Dolores, we gon' smoke this blunt and say FUCK THE COPS Munching on tater tots, or them sisig fries mothafucka Cause I got read eyes mothafucka This that OG Sky mothafucka Damn she got thick thighs mothafucka But she don't look to wise mothafucka You look like a narc, realize mothafucka Go get a new disguise, mothafucka Woah, okay Back to your scheduled programmin' I'm wildin' out but is this show cannon Mind is sharp like I'm so Shannon Don't be soul searchin' cause I'm soul plannin' I dont even know what happened I think I blacked out, my skull is cracked in Feel like I'm moon walking Michael Jackson Too much bullshit like I'm John Paxson

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