Eastern Tapes
Time flies when I'm having fun
It keeps moving like it ain't doing anything wrong
keep a secret, knowing that time figured it out
And it's about time, till it takes your skeletons out
As far as I'm concerned, man I'm living in time
I believe in my rhymes, though I'm empty inside
You see the hands of time have been the ones to handle my life
On the other hand, I'm giving hugs to ego and pride
What a time to be alive, with all the covid and shit
Men always are always out on the gram to slander a bitch
Personalities are clashing, if you do it please
All the nasty ass friends who'd sell you for free
I'm living through the music that I show to my fans
Everything I do or say is for the love that I get
My own father showed me how the music can last
Cause his melodies still ring at the back of my head
RIP to the jazzman, Imma carry the legacy
Though I do it differently, it's all like an expression
RIP to my father, you were never on magazines
But I swear I'll never let you go, you living through me
RIP to the jazzman, Imma carry the legacy
Though I do it differently, it's all like an expression
RIP to my father, you were never on magazines
But I swear I'll never let you down, you living through me
It keeps moving like it ain't doing anything wrong
keep a secret, knowing that time figured it out
And it's about time, till it takes your skeletons out
As far as I'm concerned, man I'm living in time
I believe in my rhymes, though I'm empty inside
You see the hands of time have been the ones to handle my life
On the other hand, I'm giving hugs to ego and pride
What a time to be alive, with all the covid and shit
Men always are always out on the gram to slander a bitch
Personalities are clashing, if you do it please
All the nasty ass friends who'd sell you for free
I'm living through the music that I show to my fans
Everything I do or say is for the love that I get
My own father showed me how the music can last
Cause his melodies still ring at the back of my head
RIP to the jazzman, Imma carry the legacy
Though I do it differently, it's all like an expression
RIP to my father, you were never on magazines
But I swear I'll never let you go, you living through me
RIP to the jazzman, Imma carry the legacy
Though I do it differently, it's all like an expression
RIP to my father, you were never on magazines
But I swear I'll never let you down, you living through me
Credits
Writer(s): Solomzi Kwinana
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