THE SANDS OF TIME

Yuh
 Uh-uh
 Uh-uh
 Uh-uh-uh
 Uh-uh-uh
 You can come and run away with me
 Run away, baby
 Stripping under street lights
 I see like three dykes tripping, can I see right?
 Bug on me linger, I feel a tug and I tingle
 Like ho, like, no, that can't be right
 Door bell a ringer, like, nigga, who could that be? Night
 Blood on my fingers again
 She run then I bring her the pen
 Green marijuana turn red when I been with my friends
 Blowing smoke
 Send it to heaven, amen, amen
 I been walking the block with a pen
 Not rocking with my cock by the firing pin
 Sometimes I be talking, I would rather you don't know my hand
 Uh, uh-uh
 Climbing and hopping a fence
 I'm robbing that cop for his pants
 Fuck yo' children, nigga, pop at you skip and you prance, uhh
 Watching you doing yo' dance, move yo' feet
 Fuck with other people, people oughta come fuck up yo' chance
 Reaper keep time by the sands
 And my mama know I'm tripping 'cause I get it from her
 Let her call, I'd rather be alone
 How could you be such a piece of shit? Amma gave you a home
 I'ma not pick up the phone, I got rot inside my bones
 No matter what you do, don't forget to breathe
 Stew in my feelings a habit, gripping the foot of a rabbit
 Tripping, I'm full of the acid now
 Back in 7th grade swore I would never pass the loud around
 Now I regret it, would never have said it if the class unbiased
 Bow down and get back to yo' business, complete sentence
 Dennis is acting a menace, table tennis
 Ping-pong, sing-song, do not talk to your dentist
 He got work to do, surely you would rather walk through your penace
 Doing my time on this planet, God damn it
 Doing my time on this plan it, God damn it