sands of time Not enjoyment and not sorrow is our destined end or way; but act that each tomorrow find us farther than today Art is long and time is
the sands of time Not enjoyment and not sorrow is our destined end or way; but act that each tomorrow find us farther than today Art is long and time
without his throne He stands at the edge of what he can't understand With a smile on his face and a gun in his hand No need for questions, No time to
the parkin lot, standin by the Escalade You got a problem we ain't fightin like a man One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga [Chorus
on westside story He thought i spit in his face I told Ed Lover & Moni Love I was talkin to Ja With that mayback line It was payback time Keep fuckin
comes a time when castles fall And all that's left is shifting in the sand You're out of time, you're out of place Look at your face That's the measure
the truth You a phony, a fad, a fluke Your time is up, and we coming for you We all geed up, and we gunning for you I'm a megaton time bomb, with a short
freedom, ?? ????. It's a one way ticket to death. Face reality. End up without traces. Don't get too close, you will disappear. They will break your bones, into sand
I would turn away and hide my face Swallow my pride and then finish ere it?s all disgrace All of our dreams now laid on the sand To wait by the perilous
my dreams of glory. There we are walking hand in hand, somewhere on the sand at the end of the land and the edge of the shining sea. Drifting through time and space on the face
In the stream that flowed by the grass a newt. And sitting astride a twig of a bush a bee. Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for without
up with some friends outside of town we were headed towards the lake I hopped into the back of a jacked up jeep and felt the wind upon my face We got
here is underground but I know that we are over ground (We gon' get this money, fuck that shit!) Yeah, holla at your boy (one time boyyyy) Eat honey and
no longer there. The face and the eyes and the hair. Nothing stands the test of time. You live forever, never mine. I cling to dreams that turn to sand
and a quart of beer Riding across the land - kicking up sand Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand One lonely Beastie I be All by myself - without
my name I've lived those seven days a thousand times Those seven days a thousand times Seven days a thousand times A thousand times Seven days a thousand times
: Do I lie about my life when I whisper in my mind? A memory of doubt Can I Live without a face that a mind just can't erase? You're all I think about
