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lirik lagu jay lyn gatz - time chambers

[intro]
why ya always listening to that rubbish? that’s garbage!
back in my day… we had the greatest music!

[verse 1]
pssh
won’t lie like i’m never low. feel ways that i never show
so even when i’m all in they’ll never know
depressed to the edge; been there before
stressed, but still give effort though
corners of my head they’ll never go
immature mind frames have me feeling h-lla old
grandkids with a photo, “isn’t it true?”
“with the black fro, yo, isn’t this you?”
now i’m an old dude schooling kids who
poke fun at the old school; that’s what kids do
little joke. little jokey joke, marty mart
they don’t know that is. let’s have a heart to heart
parents like to think that they had smarter art (we do)
but i could name a couple names, rip it all apart (yeah yeah)
what’s better; yours or our error?
what’s more fairer, all of us are scarred eras
i’m more focused on making the present our era
so when the kids grow up they’ll be our mirrors
remember age ain’t nothing but a phase
it’ll crutch another brain. they’ll be l-sting for the days
you’ll be nothing but a slave to the days that you thought was amazin’
generations saying, “they ain’t learned nothing from us.”

[chorus]
they only move to a certain kinda music
i don’t know the music. i don’t know the movement
i’m so confused and i don’t know what i’m doin’
now i’m feeling stupid. i don’t wanna lose it
introverted mood only fueling my seclusion
what am i improvin’? what is my solution?
listen to the news; accusations and pollution
violence for amus-m-nt. adding to confusion

[interlude]
you you. yeah you
you sound crazy
you you. you too
don’t you blame me. they be

[verse 2]
spinning, spinning these records
spinning these records; it’s just nauseousness
all these old n-ggas, they all be rapping. they like carc-sses
spending, spending this bread. blowing this paper. it’s like cartridges
women, women and bread. women in bed
tell me what mark i miss
make music for the b-tches (mmm mmm)
zoom on my d-ck and (mmm mmm)
you never listen (uh uhh)
you got it twisted (mmm hm) (spazz out, yeah)
i’m tryna be the best out. take the best out
air the rest out; 50 cent with the chest out
get rich or die trying, i’m trying the best route
it’s hard cause the lyrical sh-t get left out
y’all leech off the raw, y’all second hand dope (ugh)
sink. so clean. y’all second hand soap (and)
“first hand” they don’t ever wanna see a goat
they’ll see the team, they don’t want second hand smoke
yo, a n-gga asked me, “how can i be you?”
i’m like, “what the f-ck? mothaf-cka, be you.”
you go through a lot. mothaf-cka, me too
some stuff takes so much to regroup
suit up. shut up. quiet ya mind, listen
it’s a matter of time; remember ya time’s tickin’
another timeline or dimension ya time’s endin’
so for the time being should be spending ya time livin’
remember, “time flies.” halftime. what time is it?
game time. ain’t no next time. no time sittin’
hate to waste time. crunch time. i’m time pinchin’
even facetime cause i kick it with time limits
i wanna be big time, big time
will it be this time? this time
will it be next time? a new time
guess i gotta find out in due time, i
lose time. lose time
i don’t wanna lose time. use time
i don’t want no down time. about time
guess i gotta find out through the down line by design

[chorus]
they only move to a certain kinda music (oh)
i don’t know the music. (i don’t know)
i don’t know the movement (i don’t know)
i’m so confused and i don’t know what i’m doin’ (oh)
now i’m feeling stupid. (i don’t know)
i don’t wanna lose it (no i won’t)
introverted mood only fueling my seclusion (oh)
what am i improvin’? (i don’t know)
what is my solution? (i don’t know)
listen to the news; accusations and pollution (oh)
violence for amus-m-nt. (there it go)
adding to confusion (there it go)

- lirik lagu jay lyn gatz

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