OutKast Chronomentrophobia Lyrics
Last updated: 02/28/2010 11:00:00 AM
Chronomentrophobia, the fear of clocks,
The fear of time...
How's the cost of living,
I take what I have been given,
Has to say, be strooong,
I aint' got tiiiime,
Leave me aloone,
Ain't that much time left,
I've got to funk you now
Chronomentrophobia [repeat 8x]
Lord, be havin' mercy on my soul,
I'm havin' the impression that my life gonna to be a bowl of cherries,
but it's very hard for me to cope,
got tired of being broke,
this ATLien aint' got no time to sit and mope.
Made up my mind while yall made up yo beds,
on a cold wooden floor is where I lay my head.
Born in 1975,
Never thought I'd make it this far, still battlin' in this racial war,
tryin' to find solutions to the situation I'm facin',
only thing that's free is my flow that yall be chasin',
lettin' my niggas know before I go,
I drop that knowledge like dropping books,
let's stop the crooks from robbing of your brains and such,
using welfare as a crutch,
I'm in it for good,
you into my hood you won't be findin' much.
Hope that when im gone yall remember this,
what we stood for,
fuck that fame and that glitz.
It's beginning to look a lot like the ending, got to be more careful,
know what corners you be bendin'. Revelations getting impatient,
now I'm dead,
remember what I said,
bow ya heads.
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