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time is short - 49th parallel lyrics

[verse 1: chilly boi]
reminiscing
boys being boys man that’s a given
steady living
started with a vision of the boys making millions
we was up on stage
felt like it’s beginning
b-eazzy be whippin’ the honda
window down speaker blasting mo bamba
zeros and commas kick back in bahamas
i lounge in pajamas
like heaven upon us
know the homies got my back
day ones for life that’s fact
these fake hoes stay wack
man i’m k!lling sh-t no cap
sometimes we need to clear our minds
meditate, i need to find some time
don’t hesitate
it’ll all be fine
if you got some issues
man hit my line

[chorus: ak]
my time is short, and i’m feelin’ wild
while i’m young, i’ma live my life
i want all the smoke, give me the fire
if you pick it up, i’ma put it down
hit a lick with the .45
tricky sh-t, whip up a vibe
all i do is make a life
all i do is make a life

[verse 2: ak]
pay the piper
you gotta come clean it ain’t hard to decipher
that any mothaf-cka that be trying to run it
can’t come close to me or my homies on the mic ya heard?
reminisce about the times that i once had
when i pulled up from 3 no kd
when i didn’t toke weed
when we cuddled underneath the sheets
i thank god that this sh-t p-ssed
cuz now i’m that jiggy -ss dude
need rings on all of the fingers
like travis said my fist is freezing
and the simple reason is that i’m the coldest out here
ripping rappers out the game
with the quickness like i’m flash
do the m-th-f-ckin’ race
tay k i did the dash

[verse 3: samwrightcoastal]
been lost all in my thoughts
got holes all in my socks
got rips all in my denim
got raps i need to remember
i’m a long way from november
but when that weather changes i’m extra crazy
when the beat hits sh-ts extra wavy
got lots of dreams and i’m tryna chase ’em
lookin’ for a change up workin’ for a pay stub
stuck in this cl-ss
i’ma fail this sh-t man i suck at math
need a bag of gr-ss, an -ss to grab
some cash in hand, a way to relax
a way to get past my past life
parents ain’t home so i roll up a cone
but they gone all the time and there’s way too much smoke

- 49th parallel lyrics

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