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Big K.R.I.T. – Time Machine (feat. Chamillionaire)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Scott
Justin Scott
Composer
Hakeem Seriki
Hakeem Seriki
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Producer

Lyrics

In my time machine, yea I ride, clean Marinate the scene with my high beams Candy coated dreams, whenever I, lean Take me forward far, this ain't just my car This my time machine (take me way back, way back) This my time machine (take me way back, way, way back) This my time machine (take me way back, way back) Take me forward far, this ain't just a car This is my time machine Take me way back Scarface and I tapedeck Ridin' with my poppa, rockin' a starter and some gray sweats Gave me game as we roll down the 8th street Niggas out here flexin', don't be stressing what you can't be And don't be dodgin', don't believe in what you can't see Unless its borrowed, don't be borrowin' cause ain't shit free You got your family and your friends when you need relief There'll come a time when I can't be there when you need me He lean't my seat back (way, way, back) When it come to music yea you need that (way, way, back) Forever in the cut where you be at (way, way, back) Forgive and forget, your anger leave that (way, way, back) Don't be wasting time, 'cause time is all you have Don't be chasing hoes, boy go chase this cash I can't say no mo', you'll learn it on yo' own I couldn't understand it then But you know that I'm grown In my time machine, yea I ride, clean Marinate the scene with my high beams Candy coated dreams, whenever I, lean Take me forward far, this ain't just my car This my time machine (take me way back, way back) This my time machine (take me way back, way, way back) This my time machine (take me way back, way back) Take me forward far, this ain't just a car This is my time machine Take me way back, fitted with a wave cap Rushing in the hallway trying to keep these waves flat Broads come and go rarely would they fuck with me My brother was a player I was favorite off many streets Learning who's paying dudes made myself a name Laughing at these cape crusader's, save us 'cause these niggas lame Hand cuffin', claim they lovin' on a freaky thang But she a bopper I got partners that done ran a train We play the game (way, way back) Even as a youngster knew I'd be a king (way, way back) Told them non-believers I would never change (way, way back) Mississippi is where I'm from and that the shit I claim (way, way back) It's funny how they flock when they heard you got that knot Wouldn't bust it open now they dying to set it, high Down to hit my couch, get off in their mind Like I'mma fall in love, take 'em back in time In my time machine, yea I ride, clean Marinate the scene with my high beams Candy coated dreams, whenever I, lean Take me forward far, this ain't just a car This my time machine (take me way back, way back) This my time machine (take me way back, way, way back) This my time machine (take me way back, way back) Take me forward far, this ain't just a car This is my time machine Hold up I just wanna say what's up to the women they discuss Ain't no rust, you can never say it's lust This the only dame I trust, ain't it plush You can see the painted struts Got the naked lady just painted up This ain't no Mercedes cause, bet it make your baby blush Coats of candy got 'em saying I'm delicious Every woman on her knees that's looking up, is not religious And I feel like Master P had me not taking minor digits If you ain't about this life then close your pipe and mind your business Screw taught us stay authentic and they gon' love your jams Watch through the sky they keep on mashin' and we gon' run the land J-prince and jay for the reasons you had to become a fan And the only way we ain't gon' win is when we under planned Throw a prayer up for Japan, I swear the daily news be having me trippin' Everybody that got a cross hanging off they neck is not a Christian When the police pull you over they'll say you fit the, description Bun B that's our O.G., R.I.P Pimp C feel like I'm with him When I'm in my time machine Yea I ride, clean Marinate the scene with my high beams Candy coated dreams, whenever I, lean Take me forward far, this ain't just my car This my time machine (take me way back, way back) This my time machine (take me way back, way, way back) This my time machine (take me way back, way back) Take me forward far, this ain't just a car This is my time machine
Writer(s): Hakeem T. Seriki, Justin Lewis Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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