Suspended In Time Lyrics
| Song | Suspended In Time |
| Artist | Group Home |
| Album | Livin' Proof |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Felder, Heath, Martin | |
| Verse | |
| [lil dap] | |
| Son started in brooklyn and you all know that | |
| I call you son for a reason | |
| That means nothing can come between us | |
| When we walk these streets | |
| Lyrics do get deep | |
| Because were born to die | |
| Shed tears and cry | |
| Mom dukes passed away when you was locked up son | |
| They had you, suspended in time | |
| So i kick rhymes | |
| Niggas livin off your fears and ideas to get paid | |
| Brothas makin the bounce and protect your wealth | |
| And this punk style niggas screamin out for help | |
| Yo theres nothin in this world better than life itself | |
| [melachi] | |
| Young fools break rules, mic tools got me open | |
| Im smokin, leavin all the punk rappers broken | |
| No jokin, hopein for the best | |
| East to west, im like a killer puttin rappers to they rest | |
| Cuz theres no tricks, when i let off clips | |
| I leave bodies in ditches, play bitch niggas like bithces | |
| Nutcracker doin hits by the dozen | |
| When i make moves, i ride the train wit my cousin | |
| Nowhere near simple | |
| My mental, flex more complex than mozarts instrumental | |
| From my temple, times a bad sign | |
| And if your doin that | |
| Your suspended in time | |
| Chorus | |
| Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk | |
| The crew bringin the ruckus no doubt | |
| [lil dap] | |
| Yo son, i think about my soul | |
| Cuz your shell is just a frame | |
| Only used for money, hustlin and playin the game | |
| I want my chance to live long | |
| What like marvin gaye, i may be dead and gone | |
| But my word will be born | |
| This is for my niggas and chicks | |
| Who live in the ghetto | |
| We walk the..streets of gold, diamond pearls and girls | |
| And theres nothin better than this course were in the new world | |
| Seein people everywhere that i thought i saw before | |
| Check it out party people as we reign supreme | |
| Yo the group home manifest got mad love for the team | |
| [melachi] | |
| I know that it's tough comin up in the streets | |
| You will be strong because you cant be beat | |
| You gotta put your mind on achieve mode | |
| Go for your goals boom boom explode | |
| Everybodys in the way but they can't hold you back | |
| That's how it is and we do it like that | |
| Yeah..so shwoin whatchu got | |
| No time for fakin moves, the time is wastin on the clock | |
| You know how i rock, i rock non stop | |
| Hop on stage, you jump on my jock | |
| Here's a dope rhyme one time for yo mind | |
| If you deaf dumb and blind your suspended in time |
| zuo qu : Felder, Heath, Martin | |
| Verse | |
| lil dap | |
| Son started in brooklyn and you all know that | |
| I call you son for a reason | |
| That means nothing can come between us | |
| When we walk these streets | |
| Lyrics do get deep | |
| Because were born to die | |
| Shed tears and cry | |
| Mom dukes passed away when you was locked up son | |
| They had you, suspended in time | |
| So i kick rhymes | |
| Niggas livin off your fears and ideas to get paid | |
| Brothas makin the bounce and protect your wealth | |
| And this punk style niggas screamin out for help | |
| Yo theres nothin in this world better than life itself | |
| melachi | |
| Young fools break rules, mic tools got me open | |
| Im smokin, leavin all the punk rappers broken | |
| No jokin, hopein for the best | |
| East to west, im like a killer puttin rappers to they rest | |
| Cuz theres no tricks, when i let off clips | |
| I leave bodies in ditches, play bitch niggas like bithces | |
| Nutcracker doin hits by the dozen | |
| When i make moves, i ride the train wit my cousin | |
| Nowhere near simple | |
| My mental, flex more complex than mozarts instrumental | |
| From my temple, times a bad sign | |
| And if your doin that | |
| Your suspended in time | |
| Chorus | |
| Don' t talk the talk if you can' t walk the walk | |
| The crew bringin the ruckus no doubt | |
| lil dap | |
| Yo son, i think about my soul | |
| Cuz your shell is just a frame | |
| Only used for money, hustlin and playin the game | |
| I want my chance to live long | |
| What like marvin gaye, i may be dead and gone | |
| But my word will be born | |
| This is for my niggas and chicks | |
| Who live in the ghetto | |
| We walk the.. streets of gold, diamond pearls and girls | |
| And theres nothin better than this course were in the new world | |
| Seein people everywhere that i thought i saw before | |
| Check it out party people as we reign supreme | |
| Yo the group home manifest got mad love for the team | |
| melachi | |
| I know that it' s tough comin up in the streets | |
| You will be strong because you cant be beat | |
| You gotta put your mind on achieve mode | |
| Go for your goals boom boom explode | |
| Everybodys in the way but they can' t hold you back | |
| That' s how it is and we do it like that | |
| Yeah.. so shwoin whatchu got | |
| No time for fakin moves, the time is wastin on the clock | |
| You know how i rock, i rock non stop | |
| Hop on stage, you jump on my jock | |
| Here' s a dope rhyme one time for yo mind | |
| If you deaf dumb and blind your suspended in time |
| zuò qǔ : Felder, Heath, Martin | |
| Verse | |
| lil dap | |
| Son started in brooklyn and you all know that | |
| I call you son for a reason | |
| That means nothing can come between us | |
| When we walk these streets | |
| Lyrics do get deep | |
| Because were born to die | |
| Shed tears and cry | |
| Mom dukes passed away when you was locked up son | |
| They had you, suspended in time | |
| So i kick rhymes | |
| Niggas livin off your fears and ideas to get paid | |
| Brothas makin the bounce and protect your wealth | |
| And this punk style niggas screamin out for help | |
| Yo theres nothin in this world better than life itself | |
| melachi | |
| Young fools break rules, mic tools got me open | |
| Im smokin, leavin all the punk rappers broken | |
| No jokin, hopein for the best | |
| East to west, im like a killer puttin rappers to they rest | |
| Cuz theres no tricks, when i let off clips | |
| I leave bodies in ditches, play bitch niggas like bithces | |
| Nutcracker doin hits by the dozen | |
| When i make moves, i ride the train wit my cousin | |
| Nowhere near simple | |
| My mental, flex more complex than mozarts instrumental | |
| From my temple, times a bad sign | |
| And if your doin that | |
| Your suspended in time | |
| Chorus | |
| Don' t talk the talk if you can' t walk the walk | |
| The crew bringin the ruckus no doubt | |
| lil dap | |
| Yo son, i think about my soul | |
| Cuz your shell is just a frame | |
| Only used for money, hustlin and playin the game | |
| I want my chance to live long | |
| What like marvin gaye, i may be dead and gone | |
| But my word will be born | |
| This is for my niggas and chicks | |
| Who live in the ghetto | |
| We walk the.. streets of gold, diamond pearls and girls | |
| And theres nothin better than this course were in the new world | |
| Seein people everywhere that i thought i saw before | |
| Check it out party people as we reign supreme | |
| Yo the group home manifest got mad love for the team | |
| melachi | |
| I know that it' s tough comin up in the streets | |
| You will be strong because you cant be beat | |
| You gotta put your mind on achieve mode | |
| Go for your goals boom boom explode | |
| Everybodys in the way but they can' t hold you back | |
| That' s how it is and we do it like that | |
| Yeah.. so shwoin whatchu got | |
| No time for fakin moves, the time is wastin on the clock | |
| You know how i rock, i rock non stop | |
| Hop on stage, you jump on my jock | |
| Here' s a dope rhyme one time for yo mind | |
| If you deaf dumb and blind your suspended in time |
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