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letra de sands of time - retayner

yeah, it’s raw tayns ‘n that ‘n stuff ‘n that
‘n yeah
here’s the new one
sands of time
shout out to musty it was you (yeah)
id, tda (yeah)

a bum’s résumé got no previous employment
i look in mum’s face and i see disappointment
and every time we build a bond seems i destroy it
so now we never speak i guess it’s easy to avoid it
appointed, as the ceo? never!
my mums be annoyed ’cause she knows that i’m clever
d-mn steve, can’t be a stoner forever!
i know that she’s right but i’m still like, whatever
and i can remember she chased me to hug me
i see now it’s changed the way that she love me
see, she’s ashamed
’cause i’ve become a druggie
man you can trust me (trust me) the situation’s ugly
my own mother be mad reluctant for a cuddle
i’m not young steve, i’m crusty, i’m buckled
stoned half my life
stuck up in the struggle
overcast skies hear thunder rumble

and i’m drenched in the rain
zapped as a child
i’ll never be the same
you can bet that its tame
trekkin’ the terrain (yeah)
i rose through the hills like the ol’ coltrane
if my brain was a pc i’d press clear history
then i’d change my background
forget the years of misery
i’d wipe my memory from all the fear its given me
i’d just shut down tame one mr. mystery

but thats just thinking cynically
miserably, critically
’cause yo i got a gift in me
the poems and the lyricy
the vocals and the imagery that grow on me and live in me
i’m flowin’ them so wickedly
i can drop a script that be crispy like a twisty
it’s risky if you diss me i’m often thinkin’ sickly
and you can call me mr. rickly
the talent won’t do sh-t unless i get my mornin’ ciggy
or maybe call me iggy pop without the success
just a lotta hoes, lotta drugs, lotta stress
how’s it all goin’ steve? it’s a f-ckin’ mess
you still blazin’ every single day? uh, yes
i confess (alright), at night require zest
and if i don’t get it i’m violently depressed
and if you can’t find me then the tab’s a good guess
i’m never walking’ out with cash, cash out i never press
i like to run down to my very last cent
there’s money there to burn, give a f-ck it’s only rent
and i don’t give a f-ck if i wind up in a tent
i be in my teepee with the bud getting’ bent
had money better spent, now i’m in a ton of debt
they knocking’ at my door
they coming to collect
they wanna take it all but a c-nt don’t sweat
yo already lost my girl what’s a dumb f-ckin’ -sset
you think i care about a f-ckin’ cupboard? c-nt, have it
but don’t unpack it ’cause you can have every jacket
don’t think you’ll want my tv, my dvds or cabinet
’cause the other night drunk i got a cricket bat and smashed it

but you can have the atlas hangin’ by the window
markin’ all the places we would travel when we get dough
we’d sit and make notes what we’d see what we’d find
an exciting adventure exactly what we pined
we’d think of where to go every night as we dined
we had many many many many plans in mind
yeah, and i guess they were lost in the sands of time

- retayner

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