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Time Flies Lyrics by Chin

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[Intro]
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(How the fuck does this time keep on flying)
(Yeah it’s that TM3 shit, you know how we rocking)
(How the fuck does this time keep on flying)
Like, like, yeah

[Chorus]
How the fuck does this time keep on flying
Like keep your head up, gotta’ keep on reminding
Gotta’ move tact’, yeah I gotta move fine
And I smoke like a chimney I gotta stay fried
Tweak on a beat, got me feeling the vibe
Rather do it on feet when I get to the sliding
Two stepping, I’m clicking, I’m riding
Up it and I might just blow out his mind
New Porsche and it stop on a dime
Looking for me but I ain’t hard to find
No label, self made likе I don’t need to sign
Now I’m moving fluent I cannot rewind like
That’s thе past had to leave it behind
Not worried bout’ you, I’m just worried bout’ mines now
Is you really gon’ ride out
Like what you doing for me, had to get to that grind now

[Verse]
Had to get me my grind up
Now I got options for days, you could look at the line up
Yeah I told him come try us
And if we give you that trust then you better not lie to us
Yeah you better not lie tonight
Shit could get spooky lil’ pussy I bet you could die tonight
Told shawty she dynamite
I really want you, I bet you I’ll find you like
Bet you I’ll find you, no running
Call up my cousins I bet you get hit with a dozen
Now I’m turning nothing to something
Bitch you don’t know me, so how you be making assumptions
I get to flaming, he shufflin’
Don’t you get stumbling or you can get hit with a hunned’
I need all the guala’, I love it
This time keep on flying
Like how the fuck you doing nothing

[Chorus]
How the fuck does this time keep on flying
Like keep your head up, gotta’ keep on reminding
Gotta’ move tact’, yeah I gotta move fine
And I smoke like a chimney I gotta stay fried
Tweak on a beat, got me feeling the vibe
Rather do it on feet when I get to the sliding
Two stepping, I’m clicking, I’m riding
Up it and I might just blow out his mind
New Porsche and it stop on a dime
Looking for me but I ain’t hard to find
No label, self made like I don’t need to sign
Now I’m moving fluent I cannot rewind like
That’s the past had to leave it behind
Not worried bout’ you, I’m just worried bout’ mines now
Is you really gon’ ride out
Like what you doing for me, had to get to that grind now
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About “Time Flies” by Chin

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