Lyrics:
TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE
(Peter Sando)
I just can’t wait for this
I just can’t wait for that
I keep on checkin’ that old clock on the wall
a watched pot
Shut your windows and close your doors
Hold the walls, watch how the clean get gritty
Seven-One coming straight from the Brick City
And I'mma be Frank
because I
Like the windows and looking
Outside and stuff
And I think why the album has
Such a bright tone to it
Yo
You got cum in your ear laughs
like I'm motherfucking Zimmerman
Turn around and lose pounds like I'm fucking Timbaland
And by pounds I mean, give it till he cop brick like a wall
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
travel brochures
Virtual premieres, I've got nothing left to wear
Looking out from these prison walls
You got to rob Peter if you're paying Paul
But
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
I like about superstars?
I like my superstars to be out there jump out
The window! Be like Prince with
Your ass out i may
See it and say, "Damn, she
because it's hypocritical, nigga, you got guns
You surrounded by gangsters and killers, all your niggas
Like, the fuck is you talkin' about?
Nigga, talk
Been living with my back on the wall
Been robbing Peter just to Paul
So I take a deep breath and say
I'm a blow them obstacles out the way for my
signs
Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind (I began to lose control)
I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be time
No reward for the latter, so
your teeth
You look at the window where is your freedom
Will waiting for another season
You are separated by a concrete wall
And poor Peters ask for
favorite collaborators, Gerry Genius Charles, from Full Force who has worked on several of my Christmas albums. I auditioned for his group and they were
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
me
Mistakenly
In the window of the tallest tower call
Then pass us by
But much too high
To see the empty road at happy hour
Leave and resonate
sprawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album, sell a million
Give a fuck about tomorrow
I know it's gettin' crazy
might list a few
I want a number one album, a sold-out tour
Perform on Jimmy Fallon and hear the crowd roar
I wanna fill the wall with plaques till I run
me
Mistakenly
In the window of the tallest tower call
Then pass us by
But much too high
To see the empty road at happy hour
Leave and resonate
control)
I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be time
No reward for the latter, so it gotta be mine (I was dreamin' of the past)
Huff and puff in
I've got a window at the foot of my bed
Sometimes i pull the blinds open by the sill i rest by head
Cause I found the stars and constellations seem
Or be inspired
So lemme say this in case you tired
I'll be the greatest by the time I've died
Bitch I'll have a reign that conquers time
My next albums
Self-isolation only lasts so long
Before the walls start caving in
And becomes the grave that I shall lie down in
Another lonely night befalls again
Catch me now
We got the 404, show em what it do
Ten years in it really married to the lyrics
Carry double digit amount of albums just to trouble pals to hear it
the president's daughter
He the auditor, ain't let the NARC's see this barker
Stick to bitches walls like I'm Peter Parker
The Vida Guerrera sidekick hacker
Five
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