Tempus Fugit (Time Flies)
Track 03 from my third mixtape "Endless Recess" which releases late June, 2014 here at http://www.ozeegrassman.com/music.html Beat Produced by: Slumber Logic Mixed & Mastered by: Myles Schwartz (Losh of "Free n Losh")
O.Zee Grassman is a new age visionary with the old-school in mind.
Based in Thornhill, Ontario he has practiced to perfect his craft and is now on the mission
Lyrics
CHORUS:
Said the straight man, to the late man. Where have you been?
Cuz time flies & it goes by fast.
Cuz time flies & it don’t come back.
No it don’t
Never still.
Never won’t never don’t never will.
Verse 1:
Let’s say the time is the sun, and we’re Earth.
They say our time can run out, but who’s first?
I aint in this world for the loss but the gain.
And so I build a bucket man & I capture the rain.
And let it overflow, so I can actually say.
That I gathered what’ll matter in an eon today.
And harbor art in such an artsy articulate way.
So we won’t have our arts heart withered away.
Instead, cherish it, your moments of embarrassment.
And think of all the goofy little stupid shit your parents did.
Making life vicarious.
Faking like a bear n shit.
Grr Rrrr Arrr, aww dad “You Hilarious”
But this is where you keep it, and hold it when you have it.
Cuz letting go of what comes easy seems to be a habit.
So this is where you keep it, and hold it when you’ve grabbed it.
The memories you never seem to see me to take for granted cuz…
CHORUS
Yeah, I remember memories, dinner table readily.
Eatin round my veggies and I wouldn’t eat my lettuce leaves.
My momma said to me “Vegetables are meant to be, essentially an entity that mentally progresses me.”
I didn’t listen too attentively, but I got the gist, smoked a spliff then everything made sense to me.
Eventually I got it, & loving that I got ‘em
A family with plans to see their son come from the bottom
A planet pieced together, so I bundle what I’ve gotten
My family’s a fan of me when nothings getting boughten so.
Things are optional, and I plan to get to ‘em.
But when I do I am doomed in encapsulate tombs
I’m sick of awful stupid awkward dicks with cameras too.
But there’s no obstacle impossible, nah I plan to get through em.
From Pamela’s womb. To the man on the moon
I threw ‘em out all your cd’s wit amateur tunes.
And they flew…
Ye they flew…
CHORUS
I’m away in the shade where the sun never spots, and I pray for better days where it’s summer & it’s hot.
But pain is second hand, brother of the clock. And if second hand is pain, it comes around a lot.
But with rain comes shine, that’s my state of mind.
But at times I wish I would have or made the time.
And I could’ve shit I should’ve but I didn’t
And now I’m stuck with all my stupidass dumb decisions
Living with ‘em makes me, think about ‘em daily.
But thinking’s just the brink before I think until I’m crazy.
My shrinks’ll often sit & fidget thinking they can play me
But shrinks’ll talk a skit, and sit while thinking “Fuckin Pay Me”
Runnin you dry, even up your mind,
they all futz with it fuck with it pluck it & pry
But if time is money, then money is time.
So if time flies fast kiss your money goodbye.
CHORUS
