Print

What time is it? What time is it? You want the world to ask for it Never stand still and we fast-forward to it We're killing these damn songs Out of town,my pager and passport thing When was the last time you've seen her? I got you As soon as I touch down,I drop balls Pick up a large wide number of broads Every day,you're not anywhere You watch blogs That www.com ,I got to see it to believe it But stay sober when I say that I mean it I'm on the plane,headed to the next city The weather is pretty and witty You see that boy?You see my flying that sky? Catchin'that plane,train ,whatever The West Coastgot the best hoes and the best smoke Surprised I haven't moved yet I got to Bermude and Jamaica Let's spit fire on the scene Every city I touch,man,I got green Change the time zone for the zone that we stalk Letras de cancionesManchester,Madrid are killing the market I rock up South,buying a horse You know you're doing your thing Not on the screen ,but behind the scene Still I got the work to provide my team Hands up, touch down then I drop balls Pick up a couple of large wide broads I'm everywhere,you're never there You watch blogs That www.com ,I got to see it to believe it To overstand,so when I see it, believe it So I'm in the plane to the next city The weather is pretty and witty I know you see me Everywhere,everywhere,everywhere Everywhere From Letras Mania