Slo Mo by EFIR PROD time stands still in a perfect picture moment melting in the present so i can truly see it seconds turn to minutes and im surely drowning in it hours pass me by in a meaning i dont notice closing both eyes and now im really seeing a concept cant be grasped until you start believing the fact of the temporary got me straight jokin can't sense it with the senses do you ever feel it flowing where its going you a slave to it you gave to it it took from us false in its savings cuz you cant save an image unless it's in my mind only to move through it forcefully and leave it all behind timeless for the mindless one limelights for the chosen tho past and present fuse to give an inch of hope focused on it so much its got you feeling stressed gain a tiny spec of it and all you have is less fueled by gravity another thing i cant see so why does everyone keep saying this is so important to me whether im late or if im early technically im still on time as long as your watch is fine then time moves to switching sides as long as the time passed by there's no difference between day or night life a faded haze that only makes sense one time why does that ring true because you only got one life what's all of it to you nothing if the time is right or if the timing wrong it goes without saying that the ghost of it will pass you by cuz time aint on your side Chorus time dont mean nothing less you chain it to your back if you try and run away time just flies right back forget about the message but the time is counting on it learning all there is to learn to learn it aint stopping thats why i dont count the minutes or even count the hours because i don't plan to be a slave and give away my power to an inanimate spectral of a king the could have been when the choices laid before me have shaped an hour glass where there's no now that lasts but forever in pasts that preview futures of histories of me to dictate presently my dreams falling asleep counting sheep never noticing time is watching over me but its funny how the importance of it is a big picture of unimportance in monotonous geatures where i fake to get to know you cuz the hardships remembered will turn to triumphs forever and at the end if it all it will never be remembered invisible and tethered and tied to my back its never counting on me so i dont count it when its there Chorus time dont mean nothing less you chain it to your back if you try and run away time just flies right back forget about the message but the time is counting on it learning all there is to learn to learn it aint stopping