Look how life, life has changed
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Movin up, to bigger things
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Look how time flies by... [x2]
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(Ain't it funny how time goes by... [x2])
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I see the storm, thru the rain
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As for you, your still the same
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Look how time flies by... [x2]
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(Ain't it funny how time goes by... [x2])
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[Verse 1:]
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Check out your man who came up around the dope boys and backstabbers
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A dropout whom some referred to as a backpacker
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Dude they used to laugh at, member him?
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Bad rapper, exactly why being on the cover of that mag matters
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I chop it up with some artists I used to beef with
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Glad we all grew to see how played out beef is
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Besides, that ain't something we're all willing to afford
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When your talented you try to get a million out of more
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Made a killing on tour, so while I'm wheelin that Azure
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I'm wishing all my black youths could know the feeling I endure
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For some folks, my ceiling is their floor
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Wondering where I'd be if I ain't feel like persevering anymore
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Look what time does, need a reality check
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It'll remind us, you can't run from it, it'll always find us
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And that's the game I respect it
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Rockin a different watch, but it gives the same message
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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Look, I used to see her on the tv
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Now she textin how she miss me and she need me
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It's funny I remember when she couldn't take it
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Now when she get naked
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Shorty ride it to the point I'm thinkin she about to break it
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It's a few broads that ain't agree with my style
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Throwin it at me... yea they Cliff Lee with it now
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I mean they ain't wanna smile at me, wouldn't say what up
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So I have them face down but turnin their faces up
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Same broads you grew up with... with no body
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Is gettin work done... tired of being nobody
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Fake tits and ass, changing their look vastly
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Like niggas don't remember how they looked last week
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I'll diss a broad in a second, don't put it past me
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You don't want the truth? Bitch probably shouldn't of asked me!
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Cause they be thinkin they really be on the mind
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Though they rockin a nice watch, clearly got the wrong time
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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Look at ya man washed up
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Lookin like he needs to wash up
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Fell off now he just watch us
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Was playin ball, something happened to the weight
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Tried the dope boy shit, but I guess the same applied
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Had a short fall from grace, how the fucks you a critic?!
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Damn near 35, how the fucks you in a civic?!
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Rimmed up, tryna stunt, lookin ridiculous
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And he be dead sober, with them drunk lookin bitches
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Frail ass nigga, life movin' slow, snail ass nigga
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In the club before 12 ass nigga
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And the nigga used to knock me, now his shit is just sloppy
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Catch him in some jeans shorts, Issey Miyake
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Smoked out son, you ain't get the memo?
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Still believing your own hype, still making demo's
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No grind, which lead to a short prime
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But homie ain't got a watch, how he gon' know the time?
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge: x2]
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Time flies by when you livin the life
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Leave the rest of the world behind
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Time Flies
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Joe Budden |