What Time Is It?
What time is it?
It's that time again
Gotta get my boy's together
Find myself a choice batch, ha
Got to get me some
I swept through the floor as I drink to shrink
I gotta pocket full of fluff but no time to think
No need for cash, my carrot is fly
We can buy all the freebies that nature supplies
To me I'm not a scrubber, just a freak brother
Living off the land if it's free, I got to get some, get some
Find a choice batch boil the water, hold my nose and down the hatch
Sit back soaking up the sunrays, eyes are pinned
It's a good thing I got my shades on baby
What time is it? Blow, Blow, Get some
Got to get some, Yeah, got to get some
What time is it? Blow, Blow, get some
Got to get some, get some
Struggle like I'm walking on Velcro, feeling like fuzzy felt
and I'm buzzing in stereo
So hot I wanna burst, I can't quench the thirst
But I can almost taste the surf
Non stop grinning with a stiff jaw, and a butterflie's flapping around as my brain storms
If you've been here you know what I mean, just a haze, confusions the theme
How am I feeling, yeah I'm feeling fine
Sitting with my boys eating fungus and drinking wine
Throwing a party without sound
'bout to level, ain't no time for coming down
sunshine, delights ablaze, ain't no thing
when you're pinned and you got your shades on honey
What time is it? Blow, Blow, Get some
Got to get some, Yeah, got to get some, do you like it like that?
What time is it? Blow, Blow, get some
Got to get some, get some
Stop the beat drop the beat, ha!
still getting jitters and I trashed my reeboks
are they talking or are they flip-flops
my tongue is sticky like a hippy with bad breath
bust my seams I'm in shorts and a string vest
life's a beach and I'm lay on it, on my head do my rag with knots in it
a space babe running clouds like a jockey
can't stop this feeling, this feeling is lovely
start to stomp and I'm looking like a hobo
boy's are splittin I'm doin it solo
sunshine always seems to fade
but it ain't no thing
when you're pinned and you've got your shades on.
What time is it? Blow, Blow, Get some
Got to get some, Dust Junkys, Yeah, got to get some,
What time is it? Blow, Blow, get some
Got to get some, get some, get some
It's that time again
Gotta get my boy's together
Find myself a choice batch, ha
Got to get me some
I swept through the floor as I drink to shrink
I gotta pocket full of fluff but no time to think
No need for cash, my carrot is fly
We can buy all the freebies that nature supplies
To me I'm not a scrubber, just a freak brother
Living off the land if it's free, I got to get some, get some
Find a choice batch boil the water, hold my nose and down the hatch
Sit back soaking up the sunrays, eyes are pinned
It's a good thing I got my shades on baby
What time is it? Blow, Blow, Get some
Got to get some, Yeah, got to get some
What time is it? Blow, Blow, get some
Got to get some, get some
Struggle like I'm walking on Velcro, feeling like fuzzy felt
and I'm buzzing in stereo
So hot I wanna burst, I can't quench the thirst
But I can almost taste the surf
Non stop grinning with a stiff jaw, and a butterflie's flapping around as my brain storms
If you've been here you know what I mean, just a haze, confusions the theme
How am I feeling, yeah I'm feeling fine
Sitting with my boys eating fungus and drinking wine
Throwing a party without sound
'bout to level, ain't no time for coming down
sunshine, delights ablaze, ain't no thing
when you're pinned and you got your shades on honey
What time is it? Blow, Blow, Get some
Got to get some, Yeah, got to get some, do you like it like that?
What time is it? Blow, Blow, get some
Got to get some, get some
Stop the beat drop the beat, ha!
still getting jitters and I trashed my reeboks
are they talking or are they flip-flops
my tongue is sticky like a hippy with bad breath
bust my seams I'm in shorts and a string vest
life's a beach and I'm lay on it, on my head do my rag with knots in it
a space babe running clouds like a jockey
can't stop this feeling, this feeling is lovely
start to stomp and I'm looking like a hobo
boy's are splittin I'm doin it solo
sunshine always seems to fade
but it ain't no thing
when you're pinned and you've got your shades on.
What time is it? Blow, Blow, Get some
Got to get some, Dust Junkys, Yeah, got to get some,
What time is it? Blow, Blow, get some
Got to get some, get some, get some
Credits
Writer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Adam Keefe Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Mike Diamond, Myke Wilson, John William Davis, Nicky Lockett, Ganiyu Pierre Gasper, Steve Ojay, Sam Brox
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