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Im sick and tired of feeling so sick and tired Im flicking the finger up like a light switch to shine now Been on this road so long dont even log miles Underground gon' put me to work nothing to cry bout Stay on the clock. Shit im on overtime now Standing on a watch, crackin the face, time out Justified on every move that I make on my route If this was nobles hallow then buddy I would be Limehouse I mind my business I got a vision I got a team A rocket man cuz this music shit is a high to me Ill lie to me forever and tell myself I aint gotta leave I gotta believe its for my health, Like when Im watchin Steve BRULES RULES When I finally pop off on YOU FOOLS Know that its gotta be buck shot It CHEWS THROUGH ROOMS like a BB king Until the thrill is gone yall aint gonna see me leave I aint goin nowhere feels like Im running in place, time keeps tickin I aint gettin away I keep it movin cuz I know that, all the dirt on my face the only difference from a rut and a grave I aint goin nowhere feels like Im running in place, time keeps tickin I aint gettin away I keep it movin cuz I know that, all the dirt on my face the only difference from a rut and a grave Its Ironic how much Im killing shit tho Im infatuated with livin Look in the mirror see the creases within him lies the story of MY LIFE And portions of MY TIME important to TIME LINES distorted by MY MIND Of course its a FINE LINE like porcealin WHITE I been fortunate HIGH LIGHT the sources and FIND MY importance of WHY I was born Outta spite I FIGHT on fuckin up plan Bs like I survived my abortion I ride thru The storm on a lightening bolt looking at the opposition screaming FUCK YOU Aint nothing but space and opportunity in between us So if you motherfuckers got a problem then come THRU I aint goin nowhere feels like Im running in place, time keeps tickin I aint gettin away I keep it movin cuz I know that, all the dirt on my face the only difference from a rut and a grave I aint goin nowhere feels like Im running in place, time keeps tickin I aint gettin away I keep it movin cuz I know that, all the dirt on my face the only difference from a rut and a grave
Writer(s): James Elliot Lawrence Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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