all just luck It was tough enough And if we lost some time Then we'll make it up, up If we lost some time Then we'll make it up, up We lost some time
Prevod: Taylor, Maria. Lost Time.
G We bust and cuss and kick up dust Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us? So what's the time? It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme
's a siren, barely audible But it's all right And it's an angle of the paradigm It's a cold box of cheap red wine It's the thought that gets lost in time
We have to take to get to the show There's just a time when we must all let go the breath that we hold There's just a time when we must all let go
You're one with the burdon of intuition. You're one with the freedom of a blank stare. You're one with the best friend you lost, You wish was still there
G Chorus: We bust and cuss and kick up dust Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us So what's the time? It's time to get paid Why you bust
