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Time Flies
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gavin Price
Gavin Price
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Corey Presley
Corey Presley
Producer
Leighton Coats
Leighton Coats
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Another round for the celebration All this dedication All this reservation Six degrees from you to me For this separation I put in place to have a space where we can get ovations It's Luey legislation This street education I'm the ground law for excellence and Elevation I took my innovation I turned a profit out that situation I turned a negative into a positive equation I'm live stationed Top floor not basement Life's parallel is the money I kept adjacent Her heart racing She trying to keep up the pacing Not living basic AP's Chanel bracelets It's cold cases Luey shoes without the laces And they don't like that It's written all on they faces I'm holding aces Still humble and play it gracious Or end up in the same place that Mase is You time wasting Time flies Money too Let's make a toast to all the real ones a hundred proof Who sitting court-side But got the skills to Run and Shoot The finish line the only thing we trying to run in to Ya feel me Time flies Money too I'm solo dolo I don't run in groups So I don't run with goofs I'm a hundred proof I'm the summers truth And I'm gone be a living legend When I chunk the deuce Say what you will We never checking the bill Just making sure we eat Left the table set for a mill These labels know what's the deal Ain't signing based off of skill If so my contract would be longer Hudson Hill Still I'm working ways to get rich By a show of hands Who know I'm the wave in this bitch L's up from the cradle to grave in this bitch And twenty one gun salute all K's in this bitch Ya feel me I'm low moneys general that word to Stonewall I tell my shooter hit yo line Then it's a dome call We was boys in the hood But had my own ball My flow's built for cross country This the long haul I'm still the same nigga when i log off And if you miss this money train Then that's y'all loss I'm at the Waldorf We playing all Dolph It's Young Nigga Get Paid And that's at all cost I'm what you call boss Like they what they call Ross It's Double M I'm money Mitch with the fall sauce Thousand dollar pea coats Quarter key quotes They eyes wide Mouth wider Let her deep throat Time flies money too Let's make a toast to all the real ones a hundred proof Who sitting court-side But got the skills to Run and Shoot The finish line the only thing we trying we trying run into Ya feel me Time flies money too I'm solo dolo I don't run in groups So I don't run with goofs I'm a hundred proof I'm the summers truth And I'm gone be a living legend When I chunk the deuce
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