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作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr./Jerry Antoine
[Intro: Germ]
Check the clock, we're running out of time
You can run but you cannot hide
Check the clock, we're running out of time
You can run but you cannot hide (Good to beam up, Scotty)
Check the clock, we're running out of time
You can run but you cannot hide
Check the clock, we're running out of time
You can run but you cannot hide
Check the clock, we're running out of time
You can run but you cannot hide
Check the clock, we're running out of time (Ah-ah)
You can run but you cannot hide (A'ight, a'ight, a'ight)
[Verse 1: Germ]
Please check the time (Ah), please check the clock (Yeah)
It's time to ride, this shit on lock (*****)
Slick with the minds, reach for the wallet, get popped
I'm at the top, don't know no flop
Feelin' a way, I need all of the guap
Feelin' my bag, but I need a big box
It ain't gon' work 'cause a nigga too hot
Woah, woah, ho, woah
Way too T, might crash the Rolls
Outta my body, my thing gon' fold
Your ***** had it right on my glitter and gold
White on her toes, get some white on her nose (*****)
Pints on the floor, please leave me alone
I move with a fee, they can't get the low (Yeah)
Popped out with the rocket and blew up the stove
[Break: Ruby da Cherry]
Check the clock, we're running out of time (Yeah, okay)
[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
Wastin' my time, might as well get started rollin' hella big blunts
Break in his [?], summon, summon the Holy Ghost (In the game of the Father)
Slow smokin' on slopin' ****, a thousand thoughts at once
And now I fold, spin out control (Yeah, yeah)
Just feel like [?]
[?]
But I think I might like it, I'm pulling the zipper
I'm willing to give anything a try
At least once, if I like it, then it'll be mine
Four, five, six, that ****er solid
Check the clock and wax the time
[Break: $crim]
Check the clock, we're running out of time (Three finger, six digits for the gang)
[Verse 3: $crim]
Smokin' Swisher blunts, ridin', middle finger up
[?] stuck in my nose, go *Snort*, and I get high as ****
[?], got my ***** on angel dust (Wetto)
****** my pistol while she suck and fu—, oh my God
Hold it down, still goin' out this round
Forgis on the Benz floatin' like a poltergeist
'Til I die, it's Grey*59
Hunnid dollar bills holding thousand dollar lines
[Outro]
Check the clock, we're running out of time
You can run but you cannot hide
Check the clock, we're running out of time
You can run but you cannot—