OutKast - Chronomentrophobia Тексты

Chronomentrophobia, the fear of clocks.
The fear of time.

[Verse 1]
How's the cost of living,
I take what I have been givin',
Has to say, be strooong,
hooo yeahhhhahhh,
I aint' got tiiiime,
Leave me aloone,

[Bridge]
Aint' that much time left,
I've got to funk you now

[chorus]
Chronomentrophobia [repeat 8x]

[Verse 2]
Lord, be havin' mercy on my soul,
I'm havin' the impression that my life goin' to be a bowl of cherries,
but it's very hard for me to cope,
got tired of being broke,
this ATLian aint' got no time to sit and mope,
made up my mind while yall made up yo beds,
on a cold wooden floor is where I lay my head,
born in 1975,
Never thought I'd make it this far, still battilin' in this racial war,
tryin' to find solutions to the situation I'm facin',
only thing that's free is my flow that yall be chasin',
lettin' my niggas know before I go,
I drop that knowledge like dropping books,
lets stop the crooks from robbing of your brains and such,
using wellfare as a cruch,
im in it for good,
you into my hood you wont be findin' much,
hope that when im gone yall remember this,
what we stood for,
fuck that fame and that glits,
it's begening to look a lot like the ending, got to be more careful,
know what corners you be benden, revalations getting impatient,
now i'm dead,
remember what I said,
i'm gone,
bow yo heads
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