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It seems like time be beatin' my ass,
step is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
It's like my is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the plug but I pull it,
This belt just bringin' me back,
And every minute is a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up these ropes,
and no tellin' if I win or not,
gloves are getting heavy,
it's fight or flight you know how goes,
clocks is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me that I lose,
So every time I start slippin' ego's trippin',
I focus real hard and just like I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the no one above me,
With the gift to snakes from those that love me,
There's a thin between happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line between on and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my fall glory,
And how I levitate the fate time put before me,
say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience when my is racin'?
Put in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't refrain getting' pissed,
When you look down to see you're right through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you miss, simple things,
Like your birthday wish,

Your girlfriend,
first love,
Your first kiss,
Your time feeling hate,
The time you got dissed,
first day of school,
Your very first class,
first time touchin' titties,
First you got ass,
first time learnin' wrong from right,
First night,
The first time you got your ass in
first real fight,
Your triple-double dare,
Your pubic hair,
Your time watchin' Jason,
first nightmare,

That's you realize that time was your worst nightmare,
And now you're stuck asking yourself 'Why life fair?',
You get to the bottom,
see the end of line,
Your first time ever losin' this battle time,
But right before you meet death,
one more left,
The one that's obsolete was your first breath,

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you expect it and make the simplest shit complex,

The baby face got the fooled,
Books get by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand,
be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.

A clock can motivation,
why I'm never rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when you're living on own time?
I'm slow, Peter Pan style son,
You didn't know I grow up,
my mind is set at six old,
As far as I'm concerned grown-up shit is for the birds,
So the skittles,
Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I'm eatin' sweets my teeth fall out and I can't see
And I'm in my left ear but my right can hear cause
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
your frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of your spent chasin'
nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE)
I'm childish, just check the habits,
I with my food, pick my nose, and eat it damn it,
Plus I my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more immature than cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
will make more sense than anything that they could ever say,

Forever video games until I'm sleepy,
Hawk's Pro Skater, please,
you'll never me,
So basically you're off paying a bill or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, forty the hill or somethin',
I'm at heart,
I'ma forever be a kid I'm on some Tom shit,
you seen the movie big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the place I've ever been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, eatin' LIFE,
Never knew a crack rock, it was Fraggle,
The pink pussy we knew was Snaggle,
mind's in the dirt,
We playin' Hungry-Hippo's our hands hurt,
What do you know about pourin' out a box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep cause somethin's under bed,
(And all it) took was one look to get them thoughts out head,
(And then ya') fall right to without a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't understand why be hurryin' time,
And I don't wanna grow up I'm a Crab Kid,
And I enjoy the of people I relate wit',
But if it comes to it,
to deal with that I despise,
I close my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five

One to the next,
Clocks when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The face got the planet fooled,
get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The is just fictional dreams,
No time to with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand,
be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is