alona again... Time is running out There's so little to believe in Time is running out Justice is a lost, forgotten word Time is running out Make your move before it's too late 'Cause time
stares in my direction? Mama, this surely is a dream Yeah, yeah mama, this surely is a dream Dig it, yeah mama, this surely is... ["Closing Time" by Semisonic] Closing time
t let go They done labelled my nigga psychotic Bitches is got him sittin' on deathrow Scoping out the tower peeping the scene So when my niggas trail Screaming out
The track is knocking, the Bentley's rocking Overdose I'm suppose to roast 'em With every bar I'm dropping Every time I drop they copping Every single line I lay is
lock it Frontin on me is toxic Go prop on haters love songs and rock hits Blow em out the ?trunk? is what I spit they aint about ish (This is it) I'm
got the front door can?t always have the rocking chair Pig Pen?s got that back door closed just told me on the air Just checked out the westbound and
cause we did it with the drapes up Man that party party last night was wild man, I was running around crazy looking like a wild man We a had a rock band something that rock
don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write
fool, still standing Unscathed, cause this is pain This for soldiers to feel MC's, are running out of things to say Radio stations are running out of
is no sadness There is no bliss It is a forgotten memory A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking There, in the spine of the dictionary
show you about the house of Amon Ooh it is time for tea, ooh it's time again Even Your mother is present We made her sleep in my rocking chair At first
keeps digging up her nose Ice is blinging, ears is ringing Niggaz is scheming, bitches is fiending Panties is creaming, X is up in there And the clubs is
suspicious Running through glenwood pj's as a young buck I didn't dance that fresh I burnt ants to death. Taste me you will see more is all you need
it There is no sadness There is no bliss It is a forgotten memory A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking There, in the spine of the
chair Who's that casting devious stares in my direction Mama, this surely is a dream Yeah, yeah mama, this surely is a dream Dig it, yeah mama, this surely is Closing time
m a real soulja, now I done paid my dues, ya heard me I'm like a veteran, I sit back in a rocking chair, ya heard me Put it out on paper with the smell