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The Dirty Heads I Got No Time

) I got no time for ya'll, we got to keep movin yea. Move on move on from here, ya I got no time for yall we got to keep movin yea I got to move on move

: T.I. (B.o.B)] Okay, you got that (I'm gone, mayn I kinda, I kinda feel like I got you, man) Hehehe (I had to kinda show you up, man I ain't really wanna

Now flames devour the sky And i hear these words in the back of my Mind Chorus: Here we stand at this fork in the road We got no time to waste Oh which

And I'm barely thirteen, I pack dirty Old Russian firearm that shoots thirty Just then I hear the bus engine I'm transcending, I'm crowd surfing I can't see the time

You're playin' dirty, and it's just so hard to win You got my number, but you don't call me back You got my tongue so tied, I can't tell where I'm at

none here I never knew how to be scared, just how to handle my infrared I love nothing, ain't my barber ride up fuck you in my head This how I feel about

Your baby mama, bout to shine my spokes (get it nigga) Gun smoke, got my lungs on choke (I'm real) Got my pint by the neck, the head poke (I'm still)

to find Sunshine, trying to make a million hustling got to dodge One time, I keep my head up even though I feel like giving up Sometimes, Keep your head

know I'm ready to activate my gun Straight head shots, toe tagged in a body bag And the outcome you stuck with, if I got to blast I'm coming to get you