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letra de time - aleyes

[verse 1: aleyes]
i feel the constant minutes trynna track me down
like a track meet how will i beat this clock that’s tickin?
not sloshed from guinness, but i’ve lost my spirits
cause i’m watchin watches digits and their paths we count
like pacquiáo, the hands just move so fast
elapsing round my grasp like a judo stance
like kuzco’s plan, i seek to get in my groove
liberal views but constricted by the infinite rules of

[hook]
time, where do you go?
it’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow
every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul
in a split second you splittin in two new modes
ayo, time, where do you go?
it’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow
every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul
feels like every 10 minutes it was two who showed

[verse 2: aleyes]
the hour gl-ss, days feel as though an hour’s p-ssed
drowsy drags, then i’m eager for a power nap
shower cap, then i vibe to a quick tune
feelin as divine as the vishnu, or the mind of a hindu
eyes wide, iced as an igloo
height-wise 5’9, stay high as a tin roof
hindsight, wise guys multiply that by 10-2
i feel blue, but this endless cycle continues cause

[hook]

[verse 3: aleyes]
these digital digits shiftin quicker than the scripts of the
witnesses of innocent victims, yo i’m in it to win it
but these limited minutes got my sense of vision demented
is it a gimmick of a figurative figment?
is your intent in my legitimate interest?
rigid equivalent of denace the menace
wishin to get another snippet of tickin
yea i’m itchin for more time, but just can’t seem to get it, ya dig it

[hook]

[verse 4: aleyes]
rappin the same lines, spit it quick then it’s
back to the main grind, gonna finish my
math in the back of the cl-ss, then i’m fillin my
gas in the tank, i dash in a straight line
back up, smashin a brake light
backed up, but i happen to make time
last month got a handful of shakes, had em askin for tapes
then it tapped in the grape vine, takes five
minutes of frustration to break the dash i’m
getting too impatient to straight relax my
mental’s on a train with no straightened track
wanna take a nap, but i better facts because

[hook (x2)]

[outro (x2)]
time keeps slippin’ away
it keeps slip slip slippin’ away now
time, it keeps slippin’ away
keeps slip slip slippin’ away

- aleyes

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