Eddy B & Tim Gunter - Time Bomb | Текст песни

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Tick-tock, tick, tick-tock.
Tick-tock, tick, tick-tock.

I can feel the tick-tock, tick-tock
When I'm staring at my wrist watch, wrist watch.
I wonder where the time gone, time gone
I'm carrying a time bomb, time bomb.
I don't wanna to blow, I don't wanna to blow,
Where do you go?
At the end of the road?
I don't wanted to go.

My time is ticking and I'm up against the rope,
Time to swallow my pride
Working hard to never choke.
'Cause my eyes are on the prize
But my pocket's still on go
And I'm 'bout to lose the single thing in life I wanted most.
So, I go hard, go hard.
Out of my way, I go guard
Built you in my zone, are you trippin on me like go yard,
Driven by myself, don't cast me up I ain't no go card
'Cause I'm the Jack of all Trades
Ain't no joke, call me your Joker cards.

Passed that, I pass that
Ease, after course you crash at
More way, need more way, I'm picking up where you lack at
On the road to success, there ain't no fair road, and no cab back
But , I'll be fine with that one way
No round trip, I'm pass that!

The clock is tick-tocking,
It ain't ever stopping.
They Ain't focusing, not at all.
They ain't moving, they be watching.
So, I'm out here doing work
Did I get the party popping?
Cause where a minute wasted,
Know my chances steady dropping!

I can feel the tick-tock, tick-tock
When I'm staring at my wrist watch, wrist watch
I wonder where the time gone, time gone,
I'm carrying a time bomb, time bomb
I don't wanna to blow, I don't wanna to blow
Where do you go? At the end of the road?
I don't wanted to go

We're going hard, but it wasn't hard enough.
We were working kinda smart, but it wasn't smart enough.
So, we quit on our joking style
They calling people's blast
Now, we're polishing our ground
There are diamonds in our rough, right
I'm so gone, don't look back I'm so gone
No need for no review, and your path life was so wrong
I'm focused on the future like my name is LA Reid
On this piece of Kamasutra keep it coming till they leave
So, they ask me in attempt how we killing every single
Always grinding with success,
We ain't got no time to mingle
Say our name is ringing bells,
Bringing heat and every jingle till we stack in plenty chips
Stack them up like they were Pringles
I, I think I was jogging, I promise now I'm sprinting,
No time for the second guessing
I had enough time for the wishing
Is time to start getting everything that we've been missing
My plan is to just commence, just a taste my ambition.

I can feel the tick-tock, tick-tock
When I'm staring at my wrist watch, wrist watch.
I wonder where the time gone, time gone,
I'm carrying a time bomb, time bomb.
I don't wanna to blow, I don't wanna to blow
Where do you go?
At the end of the road?
I don't wanted to blow.

I can feel tick-tock!

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