T!me lyrics

by Kwote





Time
It’s the time of day
I don’t want to play
I want to stay
And write
And fight
The white light
It’s coming at me with all its might
But it will be alright
I will take flight
For the fight
Against the power of time
I need to climb
Get away from all this dirt and grime
The crime
I still haven’t reached my prime
Number, back to math
It’s the path
With the wrath
To lead you in the right direction
Whether it’s the sports section
Or a presidential election

[chorus x2]
Time flies by with such a quickness
It brings with it a sweeping sickness
We cain’t stop the minutes though
Just like you cain’t stop my flow

But you can be an objection
Fight the infection
The disease of perfection
Be the cross section
Between precision
And defection
Complexion
These rhymes have no connection
To the rhythm section
Called life
Because there is no strife
Just a plain
No pain
Much gain
Sad excuse for a dream
Cause I have a dream
That one day I can beam
Like an extreme
Supreme
Cause my life is as good as ice cream
I scream
For you to scream
My name
You know my game
My name
Will not take the blame…
My shame…
My life is my fault

[chorus x2]
Time flies by with such a quickness
It brings with it a sweeping sickness
We cain’t stop the minutes though
Just like you cain’t stop my flow