Sangtekst: Q-Tip. End Of Time.

Just feelin' things out for real, ya know?
Just wanna do me for real, ya know?
No reason to make it complicated for feelin' agitated
You love it or you hate it, fuck it

Desperation, jumpin' off of street corners here
Hustlahz lookin' for buzz like 'pop one in here'
Local state officials, man, they out of touch
Getting money for some, aiyo, ain't nothin' much

But yo, let them tell it, we smoke it and we sell it
You don't understand, so don't tell it
You sneakin' souls just for phat diamond golds
'Cuz our lady friends have likings for designer clothes

People in my hood think if I'm lookin' raggedy
Then the cat is just a weak link
In the very fake chain of oppression
If television taught me any lesson, it's

Image is Nothing', but yo I got a thirst
Nothing, but yo I got a thirst
Nothing, but yo I got a thirst, what's first?
Your rings or your purse?

Oh boy, oh boy
Make your wagers back there
Step lively, women and children first
The world is coming to an end

Come on now, we're looking at the end
We have to leave them
We have to leave all our paraphernalia behind, let's go this way
Were lookin' at the end lets go move into the back there, let's go

It's kinda scary you see
How fucked up things can be
Each time you take a bath
How it could have been your last

There's so much shit around us
Things we can't even see, is this the end of our line?
That's where I wanna be, that's where I wanna be
That's where I want to be, that's where I want to be

End of the line, end of time
End of the line, end of time
End of the line, end of time
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