More songs by redveil
Description
Producer: redveil
Composer: Marcus Morton
Lyrics and translation
Original
Are we out of time?
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time
Are we out of time?
Walked to the edge with my eyes closed
All my inhibitions in a whole different time zone
I could take one step so easily
I'll just be grey, limp, and cold on a drive home
But is that so bad?
Put my body in a Sprinter van, don't drive too fast
We're supposed to wake up and play Terminal 5
But they could use a hologram while they bump me and cry, nigga
Is that so bad?
Is that so bad?
A dream deferred, right along with the ugliest fate
I leave now, then I ain't do so bad
So I chuck my deuce, refuse to die slow, here's my truce
Put my dust in a Hydro Flask
Magic, I go poof
Right now, nigga, this my truth
My feet whispered to me, "Not so fast"
And told me call my roots
So I call my roots
Damn
Pick up the phone, I need you now (pick it up)
Pick up the phone, I need you now (pick it up)
Pick up the phone, I need you
Pick it, pick it up
Mama, mama, am I out of time?
Let me know right now
Mama, am I out of time?
I just wanna turn around