Time Goes By

Time goes by

Watching life pass me by

Sitting in my motherfucking jail cell

I wanna get out, I wanna get out of here

Time's leaving me behind

Oh why, oh why did I mess up my life?

Did I let you down? Did I make you cry?

I guess I must confess, I wasn't really too wise

With all the decisions I made in my life

Confined, jail lines, count time

Damn I miss the sunshine

I wish I could turn back the hands of time

Before they're curse free like a bird

Now that's the word on the motherfucking guy, yez

It's all about that Southland

Puros Sur Frases, so fuck the rest

I'm putting it down the only way I know how

Jumping these flows like checkers

It's all about those Southland records

That's right, it's that gangster ese Bobby

Putting it down on this laid back track and that's a fact

Time goes by

Locked up wondering why

Time goes by

Watching life pass me by

Time goes by, locked up wondering why

Things change, people change, times change

Nothing stays the same

As for me, I'm a soldier 'til I die

That's a shame

I can't say that for everyone that claims to be on my side

I can't predict the future, that's for the man in the sky

If it sounds better for you, I'm still locked up doing time

I'm a motherfucking nut and you knew that from the start

I can't trust no one

'Cause when it comes down to it

So-called friends fall apart, no heart

Every day that goes by, I recognize and realize

That there's a whole lot of fake fuckers in my life

And these hoes are trying everything to see

Locos like me caged up away from society

No identity, damn

They're trying to get rid of me

Breaking fools off left and right to another lonely night

Time goes by

Locked up wondering why

Time goes by

Watching life pass me by

Since we're born to die, I'm gonna stay high

That's why only gangsters bump my shit

And if you're real, you're gonna recognize it

Making haters contradict themselves

Feed me, it's the way I carry myself

Some people like me, most people hate me

But I'm still getting played, homie

In your house, in your car

Fool, I'm a star

Behind bars writing raps in the motherfucking day room

And when I get out, there's gonna be no more room

For you no goods that ain't got my back

Saying that you're down but look at you now

You ain't even came around

No feddy on all my books as I sit here like a fucking crook

And bitch you didn't even take a second look

But I guess that's the way it goes when you're busted

Even heads that you thought were down, they can't even be trusted

Time goes by

Locked up wondering why

Time goes by

Watching life pass me by

Time goes by

Locked up wondering why

Time goes by

Watching life pass me by