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Sands Of Time
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Yeah, it's raw Tayns 'n that 'n stuff 'n that 'n yeah Here's the new one Sands of time Shout out to Musty it was you (yeah) ID, TDA (yeah) A bum's résumé got no previous employment I look in mum's face and I see disappointment And every time we build a bond seems I destroy it So now we never speak I guess it's easy to avoid it Appointed, as the CEO? Never! My mums be annoyed 'cause she knows that I'm clever Damn Steve, can't be a stoner forever! I know that she's right but I'm still like, whatever And I can remember she chased me to hug me I see now it's changed the way that she love me See, she's ashamed 'cause I've become a druggie Man you can trust me (trust me) the situation's ugly My own mother be mad reluctant for a cuddle I'm not young Steve, I'm crusty, I'm buckled Stoned half my life Stuck up in the struggle Overcast skies hear thunder rumble And I'm drenched in the rain Zapped as a child I'll never be the same You can bet that its tame Trekkin' the terrain (yeah) I rose through the hills like the ol' Coltrane If my brain was a PC I'd press clear history Then I'd change my background Forget the years of misery I'd wipe my memory from all the fear its given me I'd just shut down tame one Mr. Mystery But thats just thinking cynically Miserably, critically 'cause yo I got a gift in me The poems and the lyricy The vocals and the imagery that grow on me and live in me I'm flowin' them so wickedly I can drop a script that be crispy like a twisty It's risky if you diss me I'm often thinkin' sickly And you can call me Mr. Rickly The talent won't do shit unless I get my mornin' ciggy Or maybe call me Iggy Pop without the success Just a lotta hoes, lotta drugs, lotta stress How's it all goin' Steve? It's a f*ckin' mess You still blazin' every single day? Uh, yes I confess (alright), at night require zest And if I don't get it I'm violently depressed And if you can't find me then the TAB's a good guess I'm never walking' out with cash, cash out I never press I like to run down to my very last cent There's money there to burn, give a f*ck it's only rent And I don't give a f*ck if I wind up in a tent I be in my teepee with the bud getting' bent Had money better spent, now I'm in a ton of debt They knocking' at my door They coming to collect They wanna take it all but a cunt don't sweat Yo already lost my girl what's a dumb f*ckin' asset You think I care about a f*ckin' cupboard? Cunt, have it But don't unpack it 'cause you can have every jacket Don't think you'll want my TV, my DVDs or cabinet 'cause the other night drunk I got a cricket bat and smashed it But you can have the atlas hangin' by the window Markin' all the places we would travel when we get dough We'd sit and make notes what we'd see what we'd find An exciting adventure exactly what we pined We'd think of where to go every night as we dined We had many many many many plans in mind Yeah, and I guess they were lost in the sands of time
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