Joe Budden
Joe Budden - Time Flies songtekst
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Look how life, life has changed Movin up, to bigger things Look how time flies by... [x2] (Ain't it funny how time goes by... [x2]) I see the storm, thru the rain As for you, your still the same Look how time flies by... [x2] (Ain't it funny how time goes by... [x2]) [Verse 1:] Check out your man who came up around the dope boys and backstabbers A dropout whom some referred to as a backpacker Dude they used to laugh at, member him? Bad rapper, exactly why being on the cover of that mag matters I chop it up with some artists I used to beef with Glad we all grew to see how played out beef is Besides, that ain't something we're all willing to afford When your talented you try to get a million out of more Made a killing on tour, so while I'm wheelin that Azure I'm wishing all my black youths could know the feeling I endure For some folks, my ceiling is their floor Wondering where I'd be if I ain't feel like persevering anymore Look what time does, need a reality check It'll remind us, you can't run from it, it'll always find us And that's the game I respect it Rockin a different watch, but it gives the same message [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Look, I used to see her on the tv Now she textin how she miss me and she need me It's funny I remember when she couldn't take it Now when she get naked Shorty ride it to the point I'm thinkin she about to break it It's a few broads that ain't agree with my style Throwin it at me... yea they Cliff Lee with it now I mean they ain't wanna smile at me, wouldn't say what up So I have them face down but turnin their faces up Same broads you grew up with... with no body Is gettin work done... tired of being nobody Fake tits and ass, changing their look vastly Like niggas don't remember how they looked last week I'll diss a broad in a second, don't put it past me You don't want the truth? Bitch probably shouldn't of asked me! Cause they be thinkin they really be on the mind Though they rockin a nice watch, clearly got the wrong time [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Look at ya man washed up Lookin like he needs to wash up Fell off now he just watch us Was playin ball, something happened to the weight Tried the dope boy shit, but I guess the same applied Had a short fall from grace, how the fucks you a critic?! Damn near 35, how the fucks you in a civic?! Rimmed up, tryna stunt, lookin ridiculous And he be dead sober, with them drunk lookin bitches Frail ass nigga, life movin' slow, snail ass nigga In the club before 12 ass nigga And the nigga used to knock me, now his shit is just sloppy Catch him in some jeans shorts, Issey Miyake Smoked out son, you ain't get the memo? Still believing your own hype, still making demo's No grind, which lead to a short prime But homie ain't got a watch, how he gon' know the time? [Chorus] [Bridge: x2] Time flies by when you livin the life Leave the rest of the world behind