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charlie fettah - time on my hands كلمات الأغنية

too much time on my hands i think i’m going crazy
got a talent with this music but i’m acting lazy
green trees keep my vision hazy
music too raw, radio don’t wanna play me (f-ck em)
but i don’t never let it phase me
rap is turning ghost and rest in peace to patrick swayze
thinking like a villain, feenin’ to do a k!llin’
put your brain onto the ceiling, my demon eager and willin’
doctors can’t say if it’s depression or possession
priests run away and they refuse to give a blessing
i don’t recognize the man standing in my reflection
now the negativity spreading like an infection
you blinded to the facts, to stupid to ask a question
heavy into drugs, prescription onto perception
but one thing music offer protection
i’m searching for a signal but i ain’t got reception
shifting gears, switching years, disappear to see it clear
divided by distance, your team ain’t nowhere near here
you’re lying if you say you never felt fear
your clique is full of cowards and ya sheeps are getting sheered
suicide, it’s a suicide cause if you step into the thunderdome, you will die
your raps trash like the bfi
i’ll never lose if the stakes be you or i
cause now i’m standing on the banks of a little river
and it’s up to me to help that river grow bigger
grateful to the fans, listening to the picture
paint it on the canvas and ran it to the mixer
i was once calm but now i’m spinning like a twister
had a lot of baby mamma drama, i ain’t trying to diss her
i’m the one to blame, because i never made a change
and my actions are the reason the two of us not the same
but i’m growing with the fam, music apart of the plan
gotta grind till i get there, i owe it to my little man
murderous mentality, they better call the cavalry
all you rappers robots i’m here to remove your batteries
down with dispatch and the polices paying salary
getting dudes stuffed up, rats is like the allergy
make the p-ssy scream with a antihistamine
fist him to the spleen, have him p-ssin’ in his dreams
but we let him live to be tortured by bad dreams
plagued by paranoia, with nothing is what it seems
bunging to the madness, the dungeon is filled with sadness
the warden is a fascist who crumbles under his lashes
music for the m-sses, the battle axe is the savage
i’m bout pushing the coger and keeping the movement active
stand up for your freedom, we fightin’ against the legion
samurai slice, leave your spinal cord bleedin’
body’s still moving and his lungs still breathin’
the evil heathen, my demon never need a reason

- charlie fettah

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