Moment - Tonedeff

Time’s running out.

Hold onto this moment,

Cause you’re never gonna get it back.

I Hope you had the time of your life.

Now, What would you do with your time if you knew

you were gonna die in one day?

Would you jump through the hoops of your life with a boost,

or would you deny and complain

Would you run to the roof, suicidal and blue,

as if you were deciding your fate/

or better yet, now would you cut to the truth — you’d get as stupid as you could

all before you expired — no shame.

(Time's running out).

Hold on to this moment,

Cause you’re never gonna get it back.

And the time slides right by us and with a silence

without the slightest hint of a pitter pat

It’ll be fickle and shift on you, unpredictable, ticking fast when getting

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or it can drag when shit is bad

The future’s in my grasp, hmph, there it goes,

Now everything I was saying a second ago is in the past/

So we live with that.

Which tense, can you feel tension

Wait for it… in the 4th dimension

Ain’t no one getting over — The relentless

Pace forward is out of order with your senses

Take notice — not a time out/

So I hide every clock in my house/

I don’t wanna be reminded of my anxiety that when I’m idle

I’m wasting away while I count… down/

Waiting for a clean slate,

For pete’s sake!

Lonely, waiting a dream date.

High brow.

Ain’t no way to replace your mistakes

No matter how good a replay, might sound

Ain’t no fucking freeze-frame to see straight,

Waiting for the stars to align, or a plausible sign

or a law to be signed, As it all swishes by

Cause really, the only right — is right now.

Pow.

Hold onto this moment,

cause you’re never gonna get it back

And as each one passes, it adds baggage

you gotta drag into the next, till you quit or collapse,

Bit of romance in the concept of living fast

No sitting stagnant, ya stop and then it’s your ass

So we get attached to the madness of being frantic

Until we crash into walls that were built to last — And it’s tragic.

Niggas say give it time, but they’re spending mine while they give advice,

Luckily, I’m wise — it was set aside,

The simple take is that we’re dashing within our prime/

Then disintegrating into ash by the finish line

2 minutes in, 11 seconds gone,

You can feel the ticks burrowed in your bones

And they’re thoroughly devoted to murder while they’re serving you notice

The borrowing is over and tomorrow isn’t owed.

But I feel it in the bottom of my soul

I don’t wanna die and yo — that’s all I really know

I could live forever, but my body’s getting old/

God made a promise, but his clock his hella slow/

Holding your breath brings you closer to death

It’s the loneliest lesson you grow to detest

And this whole bit of flesh is a linear experience,

except of course, within the mind where the Delorean is kept

And I floor it… cause I… wanna… hold it…

stretch this… out for… all that’s… left/

before it… runs out.

I'ma.own it…

With any doubts or small regrets

We’re born at the entrance to the passage of time

A form that’s defenseless to its savage design

We morph as we trek it/

Until the reaper escorts us to the exit — molted and breathless

Once upon a time — I learned that time is life,

And procrastination was theft

So, if time is money, then you gonna serve time,

When the time comes, life will pay for this debt/

Cause when time flies, bet it’s first class,

And the time line of credit burns fast,

So it’s high time, that you learn to manage it

and in the interest of saving time/

Two-timing, you’ll find is your worst habit/

Cause it’s about time that I faced the music

Because the way that I kill time is abusive

And time and again, I get by on a whim

I’m behind at halftime, and then right at the end is when I’m buying a win/

They tell me time is a snitch, but only time will tell

If telling time will you keep you outta the cell/

Time flies and it heals all wounds it’s an angel,

That’ll strangle you while it saves you.

— Times up!

— I'm grateful.