Testo The Sands Of Time

Yuh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
You can come and run away with me
Run away, baby

Stripping under street lights
I see like three dykes tripping, can I see right?
Bug on me linger, I feel a tug and I tingle
Like ho, like, no, that can't be right Door bell a ringer, like, nigga, who could that be? Night
Blood on my fingers again
She run then I bring her the pen
Green marijuana turn red when I been with my friends
Blowing smoke
Send it to heaven, amen, amen
I been walking the block with a pen
Not rocking with my cock by the firing pin
Sometimes I be talking, I would rather you don't know my hand
Uh, uh-uh
Climbing and hopping a fence
I'm robbing that cop for his pants
Fuck yo' children, nigga, pop at you skip and you prance, uhh
Watching you doing yo' dance, move yo' feet
Fuck with other people, people oughta come fuck up yo' chance Reaper keep time by the sands
And my mama know I'm tripping 'cause I get it from her
Let her call, I'd rather be alone
How could you be such a piece of shit? Amma gave you a home
I'ma not pick up the phone, I got rot inside my bones
No matter what you do, don't forget to breathe

Stew in my feelings a habit, gripping the foot of a rabbit
Tripping, I'm full of the acid now
Back in 7th grade swore I would never pass the loud around
Now I regret it, would never have said it if the class unbiased
Bow down and get back to yo' business, complete sentence
Dennis is acting a menace, table tennis
Ping-pong, sing-song, do not talk to your dentist
He got work to do, surely you would rather walk through your penace
Doing my time on this planet, God damn it
Doing my time on this plan it, God damn it