[Verse 1 - 6th Sense]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Uh
Time's a wastin'
I tried to design the patience
Instead I could define the places
Way up on another level
I coulda tried the basics
I never could refine the faceless, about face
I vanish without a trace
I'm roamin' without a place
To lay my head, and call my own
So I'mma call the phone and get the case blown
Tick tock, I don't stop the second hand
This sh** rocks, hip hop I recommend
And then again, acetamin but what am I?
Another guy, that couldn't go wit' a bu*terfly
Another why, the who what, the where now
Prepare now, or give em another stare down
One time that you get to lose
When the alarm rings and you set to snooze
I could be in the whip and forget to cruise
Give you another tip, you forget the clues
And I bet its true, that I'm stressin you
I'mma let you through, and it's best to do
So catch the view, then stretch a few
A collectible, for the professional
And the rest is cool, but I figured it out
They could use the tool, but I'm diggin it out
Of the holder ??, and the time times runnin' out
And the time times runnin' out
[Thom Yorke]
Time is runnin' out, for us
But you just move the hands upon the clock
[6th Sense]
So I'm on the prowl, lookin' for somethin to gain
And I'm stuffin' the lane, thinkin of crushin the lames
But I'm on the clock, am I crushin the top
I got me a quarter, I got me a dime
And I got me a time
[Thom Yorke]
You throw coins in a wishing well
Wake up
You just move your hands upon the clock
[Verse 2 - 6th Sense]
It's sorta like we de-evolvin, we ain't the species
With no time, but I paint the theses
Front to end, even side to side
I can provide the rhyme, and never tried the lime
That I put on the edge of the gla**
Never lettin it past
Forgettin to ask, am I regrettin the past?
It's only one future, only one sun
Only one shooter, only one gun
Just one target, hit one shot
We just done started, we ain't gon' stop
And I got the fellas, no we ain't rockafellas
But they got to sell us, cuz we'll make em money
This is my life that I'm livin right
You can never take it from me
You stress the dough, I'mma stress the soul
With each and every breath I hold
Is the breath control
That is finna get you open
Copin' with the facts, that'll get you strokin'
And tokin', and get the plaques
From ocean to ocean, to get the tracks
The quotient of potions to get them back
And never am I comin' down
It's 6th Sense, CEO and Notherground
That was another round, you get another round
[Thom Yorke]
It comes to you begging you to stop
Wake up
But you just move your hands upon the clock
Throw coins in a wishing well for us
You make believe that you are still in charge
[6th Sense]
Time and time again
I try to rewind and design a end
I said
Time and time again
I try to rewind and design a end
I said
Time and time again
I try to rewind and design a end
I said
Time and time again
I try to rewind and design a end
I said
Time and time again
I try to rewind and design a end
I say
Time and time again
I try to rewind and design a end
I say
Time and time again
I try to rewind and design a end
I said
Time and time again
I try to rewind and design a end
I said
Time and time again
I try to rewind and design a end
I said
Time and time again
I try to rewind and design a end
I said
Time and time again
I try to rewind and design a end
And I've said
Time and time again
I try to rewind and design a end