Time Goes

Hey, whadup sky.

You know all about me, I don't know about you.
You need somebody to lead, I be on my own two.
You talking all that shit but what you really gon' do.
While I'm posted in the background chillin' do cool.

You know all about me, I don't know about you.
You need somebody to lead, I be on my own two.
You talking all that shit but what you really gon' do.
While I'm posted in the background chillin' do cool.

As time goes by, find yourself swaying side to side.
Turn the music high in the ride and drive.
See me, I'm cool, good music put you in that mood.
She sings my tunes and thinks I'm fly.

Hey hey.
They say I'm magnificent.
And I rap different that dudes who say they living this spitting out bad sentences.
Getting high, see the sky where my limit is?
Come a get a wif of this.

Morns around my neck and some beads on my wrist.
Got a girl back at the crib, just to clean off my d*ck when I piss.
But not really, that was just a joke, who you think I am? Diddy?
She looking in the mirror double checking if she pretty.
But I just see that ass and them titties.
And she got class, that kinda silly.
She be letting dudes hit it like their name was Ken Griffey.

I don't mean to joke around cause music is my job.
But whats a fucking job when you don't get no days off.
Hmm, well that would be me music shit.
My team I make maneuvers with.
Be traveling all around the wordl still here getting used to it.
This karate school bitch, you'll get super kicked.
While I chill relax and take these Buddha hits.
Fucker then I move that bitch, it's so Ludacris.
Making money now, they blame it on my Jewish-ness.
Stupid bitch!

I'm using music to get inside of your pubic strip.
Damn bitch, that you stupid thick.
I'm too equipped with my lyrics and metaphors.
Measure cords like I'm on my '92 Grand Puba shit?
To tell a bitch slow down.
Most frown when I choose to spit, fucker no lube and shit.
You can use your spit.
Either that or choose to get all up on this metaphor-skin.
No jewish d*ck.
You was quick to write him off, now you love it.
You waa hating when in public, all alone you like dudes the shit.
You was schemin' I was chillin' by the pool with chick no d*ck.
Hit the pus*y smell like a school of fish.
A clam chowder with Mac powder I back at her.
If the smell nice than I blow the fucking back out her.
I give that bitch the news like Matt Lauer.
That's like now till my last hour.

As time goes by, find yourself swaying side to side.
Turn the music high in the ride and drive.
See me, I'm cool, good music put you in that mood.
She sings my tunes and thinks I'm fly.