Times Up

My time is up, my time is up
The future's closed, the door is shut
I don't remember the week before
I've been floating, where's the floor?
Don't have arms, only fists
Matter over mind, don't resist
Driving the van, getting reckless
Got my girl a new neckless
No son, don't even speak on me
Get out of here, just leave me be
This my movie, let me play out the scene
This my movie, let me play out the scene

My time's up
My time's up
My time's up
My time's

Tick-Tock
Tick-Tock
Tick-Tock
Tick-Tock
Tick-Tock
Tick-Tock



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Berle
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