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Rhymer's Block shows you rhyme suggestions as you're typing high every day now blowin the fuck up now realize things now ,pp0pull up flex on em then rest on em this is not a test I ain't gone let yall pussy niggas get in my way only room for the greats so get off our  plates let me set it straight nobody knows my face do If i come slimin around you town nobody gin see me when com up in that sprinter van you thi k I'm uhaul open the back and drop em all nobody even knows it  and I'm gon like come and run away with me Run away, baby [Verse 1] Stripping under street lights I see like three dykes tripping, can I see right? Bug on me linger, I feel a tug and I tingle Like ho, like, no, that can't be right Door bell a ringer, like, nigga, who could that be? Night Blood on my fingers again She run then I bring her the pen Green marijuana turn red when I been with my friends Blowing smoke Send it to heaven, amen, amen I been walking the block with a pen Not rocking with my cock by the firing pin Sometimes I be talking, I would rather you don't know my hand Uh, uh-uh Climbing and hopping a fence I'm robbing that cop for his pants Fuck yo' children, nigga, pop at you skip and you prance, uhh Watching you doing yo' dance, move yo' feet Fuck with other people, people oughta come fuck up yo' chance Reaper keep time by the sands And my mama know I'm tripping 'cause I get it from her Let her call, I'd rather be alone How could you be such a piece of shit? Amma gave you a home I'ma not pick up the phone, I got rot inside my bones No matter what you do, don't forget to breathe      [Verse 2] Stew in my feelings a habit, gripping the foot of a rabbit Tripping, I'm full of the acid now Back in 7th grade swore I would never pass the loud around Now I regret it, would never have said it if the class unbiased Bow down and get back to yo' business, complete sentence Dennis is acting a menace, table tennis Ping-pong, sing-song, do not talk to your dentist He got work to do, surely you would rather walk through your penace Doing my time on this planet, God damn it Doing my time on this plan it, God damn it 2 Embed About This song bio is unreviewed Genius Annotation1 contributor THE SANDS OF TIME is the 9th track on the album THIS DOES NOT EXIST. This track is much more chill and laid back compared to the rest of the album. +3 Share Ask us a question about this song Ask a question * THIS DOES NOT EXIST (2020) 0qYeah, day after day I just stay here Waiting for you to get home Lately I been going crazy Can't wait to get in my zone Sometimes I can't find your number And there's no one else to call You leave me waiting by the phone You keep me high, that's for sure But I know, you'll be there when I need you I can't place no one above you I tried but I can't get enough of your love And you're right there for me Said I was just hoping you called I was just hoping you called To say that you don't have nothing at all I was just hoping you called They try and try but can't top you They think they come close but they fall They see me out, give me offers I don't feel nothing at all But I know, you'll be there when I need you I can't place no one above you I tried but I can't get enough of your love And you're right there for me Said I was just hoping you called I was just hoping you called To say that you don't have nothing at all I was just hoping you called Sweet Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Brent Reynolds / Cameron Thomaz Call Waiting lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc