It's cold, cold, cold
In the studio
Yeah
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
I constantly thought about shit that I wanted, then start working hard and I got it
Did not care if I had to go rap in the basement, or lock-in and rap in the closet
Man, I thought I'd do anything, thought I'd do anything just to go make a deposit
But mama said you not gon' run in these streets, so I got me a job and I rocked it
Water and coffee, I stocked it up
Then I put it in face
Ain't 'bout no drugs, you can lock it up
Think imma play SAFE
Stay on my own, stay on piano, stay down and move
Think imma push me a Martin one day, better watch for the grooves
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
Honestly don't need your guidance, know my pace
Honestly don't give a damn how long it takes
Honestly don't wanna go back to the grey
Honestly, I think I'm too immune, cold face
Not immune to the past, running fast, fiends reaching for the bag, no
F*ck your feelings, want my ceilings colder than the breeze, higher than your gas smoke
Think my time in order, time is ticking, picking watches I can call my dad on
Time is green, time is gold, talk is cheap
Ain't no speaking what I can, no
Paint the picture like van Gough
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
I know, think I know
Shit, I know, think I know
Shit, I know, yeah
F*ck, I know
COUPEN - out of time Lyrics
COUPEN - out of time Lyrics
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English
It's cold, cold, cold
In the studio
Yeah
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
I constantly thought about shit that I wanted, then start working hard and I got it
Did not care if I had to go rap in the basement, or lock-in and rap in the closet
Man, I thought I'd do anything, thought I'd do anything just to go make a deposit
But mama said you not gon' run in these streets, so I got me a job and I rocked it
Water and coffee, I stocked it up
Then I put it in face
Ain't 'bout no drugs, you can lock it up
Think imma play SAFE
Stay on my own, stay on piano, stay down and move
Think imma push me a Martin one day, better watch for the grooves
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
Honestly don't need your guidance, know my pace
Honestly don't give a damn how long it takes
Honestly don't wanna go back to the grey
Honestly, I think I'm too immune, cold face
Not immune to the past, running fast, fiends reaching for the bag, no
F*ck your feelings, want my ceilings colder than the breeze, higher than your gas smoke
Think my time in order, time is ticking, picking watches I can call my dad on
Time is green, time is gold, talk is cheap
Ain't no speaking what I can, no
Paint the picture like van Gough
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
I know, think I know
Shit, I know, think I know
Shit, I know, yeah
F*ck, I know
In the studio
Yeah
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
I constantly thought about shit that I wanted, then start working hard and I got it
Did not care if I had to go rap in the basement, or lock-in and rap in the closet
Man, I thought I'd do anything, thought I'd do anything just to go make a deposit
But mama said you not gon' run in these streets, so I got me a job and I rocked it
Water and coffee, I stocked it up
Then I put it in face
Ain't 'bout no drugs, you can lock it up
Think imma play SAFE
Stay on my own, stay on piano, stay down and move
Think imma push me a Martin one day, better watch for the grooves
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
Honestly don't need your guidance, know my pace
Honestly don't give a damn how long it takes
Honestly don't wanna go back to the grey
Honestly, I think I'm too immune, cold face
Not immune to the past, running fast, fiends reaching for the bag, no
F*ck your feelings, want my ceilings colder than the breeze, higher than your gas smoke
Think my time in order, time is ticking, picking watches I can call my dad on
Time is green, time is gold, talk is cheap
Ain't no speaking what I can, no
Paint the picture like van Gough
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
Think I'm running low on space
Think I'm running out of time
Think the truth is in the mirror
Think I'm seeing all the signs
Think I'm tired, wanting mines
Think I'm needing what I eye
Think the picture getting clearer
Think imma win it through rhymes
I know, think I know
Shit, I know, think I know
Shit, I know, yeah
F*ck, I know
Writer: COUPEN, J. Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid