Time Runs Lyrics

So I tried to right this song on paper

Since I haven't done that in a while

But that shit was taking to long so I

So I just wrote this hoe on a piece of grass

Um, but it felt like this

Yuh, first off it's your loss

That you used to curve me

When I was a dirt ball

Now It's you think it's curve balled

Oh, a swing and a miss

True I have been slinging her dick

Bitch better not give me no lip

No talking I don't want to kiss, huh

Use condoms I don't want no kids, yuh

Drugs often I've been on the trip, huh

You're likely to walk in

And then see me popping some mushrooms

Or taking a hit, yuh

And it happens often

You happen to walk in with your chIck

I'm talking my shit, huh

You think she'd would never leave you

But you never know

Until she lets you go

Now she disappearing, where'd she go

I don't know

When time runs out tell me where does it go

They act like they know so much but they don't

No they don't

When we fall out tell me where will we go

I act like I know so much but I don't

No I don't

When time runs out where does it go

When they put me in the ground what will I grow

And then what happens to my soul

I guess once I'm dead then I'll know

Living is at least worth the struggle right

It's hard trying to know what to do with life

Never really thought about suicide

But I want to know tell me what is on the other side Please don't get it mistaken

I ain't wishing to die I'm just patiently waiting

Living to die but feeling amazing

Don't know how much time so fuck it I'll take it

We can feel the pressure we know

That at some point this whole things

About to explode

So might as well be enjoy it before we go

Because when's it all going to and I do not know

When time runs out tell me where does it go

They act like they know so much but they don't

No they don't

When we fall out tell me where will we go

I act like I know so much but I don't

No I don't

I had to get rid of my phone

To stop hitting up hoes

They painting a picture

Why you think they call it a pose

Don't care boutta post

Social medias just a joke

Now nobody's comfortable with being broke

When it's most that relate to the struggle

And you don't see us out here

With the Louis V duffel

Remember when my mom worked a double

And it was still barely enough to

Get by now she be higher than I

S-T-O-R-M-Y I got to supply

Sick rhymes come by if you want to get high

Quit lying you ain't eating your boy on a diet

Why try I don't care how much bread that you got

Bye-bye I don't care if you ready or not

I'm high all the time that's how I get by

My my see the time, look at the fly

When time runs out tell me where does it go

They act like they know so much but they don't

No they don't

When we fall out tell me where will we go

I act like I know so much but I don't

No I don't