Ski Beatz, Locksmith, Mac Miller - Time Goes lyrics
[Ski Beatz, Locksmith, Mac Miller - Time Goes lyrics]
Ayy, what up, Ski?
Q in the background (Uh) , take your coat off
You know all about me, I don't know about you
You need somebody to lead, I be on my own two
You talkin' all that shit
But what you really gon' do
While I'm posted in the
Background chillin' so cool
You know all about me, I don't know about you
You need somebody to lead, I be on my own two
You talkin' all that shit
But what you really gon' do
While I'm posted in the
Background chillin' so cool
As time goes by
Find yourself swayin' side to side
Turn the music up high in the ride and drive
(And drive) see, me
(Hey) , I'm cool
Good music put you in that mood (Haha)
She sings my tunes and thinks I'm fly (Uh)
Hey, hey they say I'm magnificent
And I rap different than dudes who say
They livin' and spittin' out bad sentences
Gettin' high, see the sky where my limit is
I'm the shit, bitch
Come and get a whiff of this
Mars around my neck and some
Beads on my wrist
Got a girl back at the cribby just to
Clean off my dick when I piss
But not really, that was just a joke
Who you think I am? Diddy?
She lookin' in the mirror double
Checkin' if she pretty
But, I just see that ass and them titties
She thinks she got class, that's kinda silly
She be lettin' dudes hit it like
Their name was Ken Griffey
I don't mean to joke around
'cause music is my job
But what's a fuckin' job when you
Don't get no days off?
Hmm, well, that would be this music shit
My team I make maneuvers with
Be travelin' all around the world
Still here gettin' used to it
This Karate School, bitch
You'll get super kicked
While I chill, relax
And take these Buddah hit's
Fuck her, then I move that bitch
It's so Ludacris makin' money now
They blame it on my Jewish-ness stupid bitch
I’m usin' music to get inside
Of your pubic strip
Damn, bitch, you stupid thick
I'm too equipped with my lyrics and metaphors
Measure cords like I'm on my
'92 Grand Puba shit
Who to tell a bitch slow down
Most frown when I choose to spit, fuck her
No lube and shit you can use your spit
Either that or choose to get
All up on this metaphor-skin no Jewish dick
You was quick to write him off
Now you love it
You was hatin' when in public
All alone you like, "Dude's the shit"
You was schemin', I was chillin'
By the pool with chicks, no dick
If the pussy smell like a school of fish
A clam chowder with Mac powder I back at her
If the smell nice
Then I blow the fuckin' back out her
I give that bitch the news like Matt Lauer
That's from now 'til my last hour, yeah
As time goes by
Find yourself swayin' side to side
Turn the music up high in the ride and drive
You see, me, I'm cool
Good music put you in that mood
She sings my tunes and thinks I'm fly
Q in the background (Uh) , take your coat off
You know all about me, I don't know about you
You need somebody to lead, I be on my own two
You talkin' all that shit
But what you really gon' do
While I'm posted in the
Background chillin' so cool
You know all about me, I don't know about you
You need somebody to lead, I be on my own two
You talkin' all that shit
But what you really gon' do
While I'm posted in the
Background chillin' so cool
As time goes by
Find yourself swayin' side to side
Turn the music up high in the ride and drive
(And drive) see, me
(Hey) , I'm cool
Good music put you in that mood (Haha)
She sings my tunes and thinks I'm fly (Uh)
Hey, hey they say I'm magnificent
And I rap different than dudes who say
They livin' and spittin' out bad sentences
Gettin' high, see the sky where my limit is
I'm the shit, bitch
Come and get a whiff of this
Mars around my neck and some
Beads on my wrist
Got a girl back at the cribby just to
Clean off my dick when I piss
But not really, that was just a joke
Who you think I am? Diddy?
She lookin' in the mirror double
Checkin' if she pretty
But, I just see that ass and them titties
She thinks she got class, that's kinda silly
She be lettin' dudes hit it like
Their name was Ken Griffey
I don't mean to joke around
'cause music is my job
But what's a fuckin' job when you
Don't get no days off?
Hmm, well, that would be this music shit
My team I make maneuvers with
Be travelin' all around the world
Still here gettin' used to it
This Karate School, bitch
You'll get super kicked
While I chill, relax
And take these Buddah hit's
Fuck her, then I move that bitch
It's so Ludacris makin' money now
They blame it on my Jewish-ness stupid bitch
I’m usin' music to get inside
Of your pubic strip
Damn, bitch, you stupid thick
I'm too equipped with my lyrics and metaphors
Measure cords like I'm on my
'92 Grand Puba shit
Who to tell a bitch slow down
Most frown when I choose to spit, fuck her
No lube and shit you can use your spit
Either that or choose to get
All up on this metaphor-skin no Jewish dick
You was quick to write him off
Now you love it
You was hatin' when in public
All alone you like, "Dude's the shit"
You was schemin', I was chillin'
By the pool with chicks, no dick
If the pussy smell like a school of fish
A clam chowder with Mac powder I back at her
If the smell nice
Then I blow the fuckin' back out her
I give that bitch the news like Matt Lauer
That's from now 'til my last hour, yeah
As time goes by
Find yourself swayin' side to side
Turn the music up high in the ride and drive
You see, me, I'm cool
Good music put you in that mood
She sings my tunes and thinks I'm fly