We are tuned to the sounds.
Can I get my fellas in here?
Yeah, we've been waiting a long time
for this performance.
This dude is sick. I promise.
Sure.
It's all about time,
There's no time like the present,
Back in the day,
when I was just a snot -nosed kid
I used to live where the gypsies
and the vatos lived
With the
Hugos and the
Swedes, all was good in the street
Life was chill and life was nice,
all was sugary sweet
Stupid of me, I think it all lasts forever
Met a girl, got together like
it's all mozzarella
I was like 21 when I first
got stung by love
Yeah, you know how shit goes
I started doing shows
She was getting tired of
me being on the road
And say ing I was lying and
I'm seeing all these hoes
And it's accusing me of cheating
when I'm sleeping all alone
I was getting high from the moment
that I woke up
Didn't want to see me cause
she hated when I'm smoking
Finally she left it, I got all depressed
And wrote a couple songs just
to get it off my chest
And it's best
To keep it moving forward
No time to look back
Keep moving till it's over
No time to look back
I mean, really,
what's a man to do?
I gotta let it go and just,
you know, keep pushing
So, that's what I did, I did some other shit.
Yo, I felt like I won on a lottery ticket,
dude.
See, I was on the road with a mod el and
Timbo too.
On stage, bust flows, get the gear and go.
I did a hundred plus shows every year or so.
I was new to the game and the champagne
bubbles went straight to the brain.
Made a man wanna snuggle up tight
with a lady every night.
Didn't feel nice though, didn't feel right.
An d you know how it goes,
I'm reaping what I sow.
All the fake emotions keep
on eatin' on my soul
I try to cover up, try to keep it on the low
Wish it to the side like I'm
sweepin' up the flow
But I guess it's just life,
gotta live it while it lasts
Gotta give it full gas,
no more livin' in the past
Fuck it, it's too short to sit around
and watch the fuse burn
Never mind the stop sign, never make a
U -turn
Just keep it movin' for ward
And it feels like I never
get the time right
Blind to the fact,
but with twenty -twenty
hindsight
Line in the back,
but I'm heading for the
limelight
Venom is the rhymes like,
deadlier than cyanide
Grind like you livin' on your last day
Grind, grind like you livin'
on your last day
Bop, bop,
bop like you spinnin' in a fast lane
Grind, grind like you livin'
Bop, bop like you spinnin' in
And keep it movin' forward
Yeah
No time to look back
Keep movin' till it's over
No time to look back
No time to back
Keep it moving for ward
No time to look back
Keep moving till it's over
No time to look back
on top of the past, but, that's it.
You can go home, fellas.
Thank you, thank you.
Free beer in the back and a
hotel room out there,
but have a nice night.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.