Breeze Embalm - Timing [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Breeze Embalm]
See I'm just regular nigga
Living loving laughing life
Keeping my head above water
Finding ways to float in strife
That clock it keeps on ticking
Tic tic tic tic tic
I'm just a leaf on a river
Fresh off a branch I figure
Float on we float on I float
I'm a modest mouse at best
And at worst I'm a pompous roach
Coach give me some more minutes
Let me prove my worth up in it
Don't waste my time boy
Don't waste my time hoy
Imma make my mark just watch me
Imma do it fast just clock me
Really any moment
I'm a time bomb made by Lockheed
Ladi and dilly dally
Don't waste mines
Don't get me angry
These baselines
They make me happy
These fast times
That base is zappy
Lets get it cracking
Life is short but the days are long
Our only loss is hours lost
Ping pong this back an forth
There's been many a moon
And suns to sport
Single mother raise this sport
And Father Time ain't pain his bills
So my songs are classics for real


[Chorus: Breeze Embalm]
Oooooo, I think it's time you know
I think it's time you know
Imma take my time take my time with that
Imma take my time take my time with that
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[Verse 2: Breeze Embalm]
The sands of time Between my toes
Take the deepest breath
Feeling old
If you see before
I spit that cold
Like B. leroy, I got the glow
Like the sun or moon around the globe
On which we measure time
I spend mine behind these bars
But I ain't do no crime
Take a splash, in the fountain of youth
Player I am a truth sayer
Kill mercifully like euthanasia
Or do yourself like the youth in Asia
I am it, that's tinker tailor
We rather be a beggar man
Than be an Indian chief
I clock into work
Hustling for that minimum
They say you just a nigga son
But you my nigga too
Everything changes in time
I assume definitions too
So if my words offend my niggas
Just give it a minute or two
Time is money, Money is power
Power gained in knowledge
I got none in college
So that was a waste of time
Wish I had the sight of hind
But feeling stress is a no no
Middle finger up to Chronos
The day has come to leave this town
Riding shotgun with Emmet Brown

[Chorus: Breeze Embalm]
Oooooo, I think it's time you know
I think it's time you know
Imma take my time take my time with that
Imma take my time take my time with that
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