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Timelock

133

Hip-Hop/Rap

Timelock was released on February 10, 2001 by Elektra Records as a part of the album The Skinny

Song Details

AlbumThe Skinny

Release DateFebruary 10, 2001

LabelElektra Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM94

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Slimm Calhoun

Vocals

André 3000

Background Vocals

Preston Crump

Bass Guitar

Chanz Parkman

Keyboards

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

André Benjamin

Songwriter

Antwan Patton

Songwriter

Brian Loving

Songwriter

David Sheats

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Earthtone III

Producer

John Frye

Recording Engineer

Ralph Cacciurri

Ralph Cacciurri

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Hard luck fast bucks can get that ass stuck for that cash

**** 'round the spot gotta have it in the worst way

Gotta have it by that first day

Damn rent due and it's my old lady birthday

Now it's back to pistol play for suckas

Tryna jerk me for a little change

I got my last dub on one roll in this crap game

And I ain't seen my first dolla off in this rap thang

Hardrock like crack came stuck in this traffic lane

No time to go against the grain deal with the strain

Smokin weed to maintain and to kill the pain

These ****'ll snatch yo whole bomb in daylight

Got you runnin home to moms talkin 'bout they don't play right

We love drama and I ain't never been stage fright

I got demands to meet like tryna eat

So is it me and my heat

And back to the streets now tell me could it be

I'm in a time lock locked in hell

The world is my cell

I feel I'm better off dead or in jail

This shit keeps revolvin

Problems I keep solvin

But I'm caught in this dope of hell and it keeps revolvin

I'm in a time lock locked in hell

The world is my cell

I feel I'm better off dead or in jail

This shit keeps revolvin

Problems I keep solvin

But I'm caught in this dope of hell and it keeps revolvin

Well I can't cope without hope

My babydoll got me stretched like bad dope

I'm breakin like an egg yolk pinpoint the po'

Janky **** gettin hung like soap on the rope

Givin folks the shivers and strokes from words I wrote

Tryna get this cash bubblin like wet soap

But all these young g's and their pistol smoke

Lead poppin like zits kids orderin hits

When will they call it quits I see the fire in the pits

But how long can a **** last without cash

Starvin so why might not he blast on yo ass

And you see no class he can pass

But the problem really might be nowhere to sleep

Late night creep just to eat

Now who's the last **** you seen got it like Ricky Schroeder

Ain't no silver spoon but we got rocks and balloons

A **** might have to serve to make them ends meet

But them ends be fallin short

Watch the shank to your throat

And my words you quote like this like this like that

Puttin it down for them young **** out there

Who got your ears and your skull snapped on right

Check it and keep game tight

I'm in a time lock locked in hell

The world is my cell

I feel I'm better off dead or in jail

This shit keeps revolvin

Problems I keep solvin

But I'm caught in this dope of hell and it keeps revolvin

I'm in a time lock locked in hell

The world is my cell

I feel I'm better off dead or in jail

This shit keeps revolvin

Problems I keep solvin

But I'm caught in this dope of hell and it keeps revolvin

I might not make yo ass shake like we used to do on Atlanta jams

But I make you think and be like damn

Shit's real on these streets blacks get beat like meat

In the course of defeat **** pull yo heat

I'm tryna break it down like the sunset

Cuz if somebody pulls on you jump out get jacked and jet

And some wonder why it gotta be like that

But it's a fact that everybody ain't got it like that

So why you stressin frontin for unknown reasons

I be shakin the thought about yo season

Stay on yo p's and q's for clues in this game of life

Ain't no rules to choose hell we can all lose

A **** gotta go for his I'm goin for mines

Writin rhymes to pass time

But the fact is many people are blind

All these years ain't seen to much change but the prices and taxes

Seems to me the world is goin backwards

I'm in a time lock locked in hell

The world is my cell

I feel I'm better off dead or in jail

This shit keeps revolvin

Problems I keep solvin

But I'm caught in this dope of hell and it keeps revolvin

I'm in a time lock locked in hell

The world is my cell

I feel I'm better off dead or in jail

This shit keeps revolvin

Problems I keep solvin

But I'm caught in this dope of hell and it keeps revolvin

I'm in a time lock locked in hell

The world is my cell

I feel I'm better off dead or in jail

This shit keeps revolvin

Problems I keep solvin

But I'm caught in this dope of hell and it keeps revolvin

I'm in a time lock locked in hell

The world is my cell

I feel I'm better off dead or in jail

This shit keeps revolvin

Problems I keep solvin

But I'm caught in this dope of hell and it keeps revolvin

I'm in a time lock locked in hell

The world is my cell

I feel I'm better off dead or in jail

This shit keeps revolvin

Problems I keep solvin

But I'm caught in this dope of hell and it keeps revolvin

I'm in a time lock locked in hell

The world is my cell

I feel I'm better off dead or in jail

This shit keeps revolvin

Problems I keep solvin

But I'm caught in this dope of hell and it keeps revolvin

Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Brian Loving, David Sheats

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