Mean, G-PREME - Time Will Tell

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Man, I work hard for the paper
Glacier / Ice cold with the flavour
I done been around the world since sixteen
Living nightmares in these sweet dreams
And now it seems I’m stuck in a black hole
Been working so hard for the bankroll
Time flies so quick for a grown man
Now I barely got time for romance
24/7 I hustle, I grind, I wrestle my mind
Chasing these dreams / I’m barely sleeping
I can’t be wasting my time
No time to lose / I’m in to win
Well I’m out of time and I can’t pretend
Stay eminent with the sentiment / Still genuine
Tick-tock goes the clock
Grab that bottle / Make it pop
Round-round take it slow
Get that money / Make it roll
Life has been a ride / Slip and slide
Man, it’s been a fight
Working hard for the paper, man
I’ve been keeping quiet
Quiet, quiet, I’ve been keeping quiet
Time flies and you never know, when you gonna go
So take it slow, smoke it up then you blow out
Everybody wanna get a ride, been faded since day one
Lemme get it right
One life imma live it like that, light that, spark that, L to the face baby you
know that I like that
Okay, 9 to 5 that’s a routine
Got ‘ya shoes clean go get some poutine
Imma get that zucchini on lock, sip Martini on rocks
Metronome tick on my watch
Day to the dark I be chasing the hands on the clock, racing I’m facing no luck
Dazing I’m taking ‘em drugs, erasing the cravings / so watch
They said only time will tell so just watch
Tick tock goes the time on my wrist watch
Feet up, sit back while I sip scotch
Time flies, I could do this all day
Light one and rewind on a long day
Them old days lemon scented
Had some OJ, and a bacon sandwich
John Lennon standards when it comes to sessions
Stop acting like it when you got it rented
So come check out the
Check out the timepiece
Look at the flick of the wrist
I’m after the dimepiece
Dive in and taking a risk
I’m baking I’m making some dough, come in and check out the robe
I give no fucks bout a vote, I’m fine with not having a boat
Long as I’m staying a float, staying a float
Like sand through the hourglass
How long will my hour last
2 blunts yeah that’s our grass
Get high as the hours pass
See imma do this till my time stops
And that’d be the day when the mic drops
I flock with the nighthawk till I’m at the top
So till that day pops just watch the clock go