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No Time
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UK Hip-Hop
No Time fue publicado el 5 de julio de 2024 por High Focus Records como parte del álbum Kez
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ÁlbumKez
Fecha de lanzamiento5 de julio de 2024
SelloHigh Focus Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM82

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mr Key
Mr Key
Performer
Illinformed
Illinformed
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leigh
William Leigh
Composer
Luke Freedman
Luke Freedman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Illinformed
Illinformed
Producer

Letras

I gave my mate a bell to talk about myself
And how I'm living large now everything's swell
Hanging out a helicopter, puffing on an L
Pulling puppies out of wells (It ain't hard to tell)
I'm obviously a G, I'm what you wanna be
If you knew what you wanted, lather me in dog shit
And shoot me into space to rep the human race
Give it up for me, I'm Mr fucking key
I ain't listen I was too busy giving up my seat
To pregnant women and disabled kids and grannies on the bus
I ain't give a fuck, no need to make a fuss
Give it up for us, lather me in pus
And throw me in the sea
The answer's in the sea
Liam's seen it on TV
And I believe anything that anybody say
The universe provides, all you gotta do is pray
And help be on it's way, can you help me on my way?
It's torturous in my mind, ego's on the rise
Vital organs in decline, I walk the fucking line
And it's fine, but you ever get the
Feeling that you're running out of time?
I ain't got the time, you ain't got the time
We ain't got the time, wrap me up another line
Pour another cup of wine, me and mine are
Busy trying to connect with the divine
And motherfucker that's why
I ain't got the time, you ain't got the time
We ain't got the time, more lines, more wines, all good it's all fine
You ever get the feeling that you're running out of time?
I guarantee that everything will be just fine
I gave my mate a shout to tell him all about
How this psychedelic pig fat's fucking with my gout
In the River Trevarez tickling a trout
Which nipple in my mouth? There's very little doubt
I'm blatantly a boss, naked on the cross shooting lasers out my knob
All you pagans in the dance, time to take a stance
We ain't got a chance, might as well neck a neckie
Have a little dance with Montgomery and Lance
Or sit about a yard and rage against yourself
You can't hide from the machine, you're part of the machine
I'm part of the machine, blame it on the reptiles
Blame it on the queen, I tried to live the dream
But the dream ain't what it seems
Went Morocco, got the pot but I never made tagine
You know what I mean, or probably you don't
Done it by now if you ain't got a fucking hope
Sucker wake up, another bit of stuff
Like I love to take drugs, and I really like dogs
I really really like dogs, and brand new white socks
On some Dr Seuss fox shit Twitch no Fox
No box motherfucker, you cannot put this in a box
I been doing this since a weird little misfit
Bust a bar heel, double drop the yellow tops
But the rave got locked off (Police in helicopter)
Written by: Luke Freedman, William Leigh
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