the pretty pose Yamaha, hey ha may Let's split the funk, now it all spells, hey Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it If I did it, I was blitted, and
hafta see you now it's worth it man... perfect Chorus: Time this is your time this is your time this is your brain (this is my) Fine this is your line
radio, radio Cut, cut, we gonna throw it away, throw it away Give up, give us the radio play, radio play What? hey! what? what? what? hey! what? What
look me in my damn eyes Cuz I been through it all and my scars prove it Cuz when it come to that paper homie Ima do it I just rhyme part time you better know it
time passed and now it seems Everybody's having them dreams Everybody sees their self walkin' around with no one else Half the people can be part right all of the time
know how it's done It's only a matter of practice Grow, grow, grow, grow, grow, grow, grow I got dance in my pants Every time I feel the power in a radio
How much money they're gonna make on Friday night And they like to brag about how they mistreat their girlfriends Hey, let's get drunk, party it up,
It's my time My POS car with the radio playin' The graveyard jockey is on the air sayin' "Here's a new hot band outta Oakland..." And it's the sound Of
blank cassettes for Christmas Used to steal mom's change if it's easy to We used to make up names for our graffiti crew Used to talk about makin it big
I gotta do it again, it just wasn't meant to bea?¦ yo Golden Child, I owe you big time for this joint yo that's my word. people, feel me. I sit up
, talk, talk long Give it time, give it time, give it up I don't want your talk, talk, talk Won't give it time, give it time, give it up I see your lines
again? You say it's bullshit and tell me that it's all pretend But if it's false, then why don't the demons just disappear? And if it's untrue, then why
Ok, don't dat tune a fit fi radio play (Yeah) Don't dat tune a mek di gal dem wine up when dem hear it waan stay (True) It tell mi seh dem waan dat tune
shine Hey, hey, hey, don't you know Out in the country where the wild weeds grow Where people know how to have a good time (Real good time) The barefoot
the album drops the first weeks it's on sale But when demand grows it's time to expand yo You don't want no garbage papi it's ten grand per blow, fo'
that's been sitting in his yard You fix it up, you trick it out, you give it rims You give it bump, you give it all your time Because that's all you
start, then take it away. My name is Simpson, Bartholemew J. That's Bart, with an art, and a capital B, Then Simp, plus S-O-N, that's me! Introductions
But you gotta grow up that's what they say And we grew up in different ways But I think of you now and then Play an old record and I live it again My