Sacramento Knoxx - Time Maschine

My beautiful bae
Sometimes I don't wanna talk
I just wanna feel song lyrics with you
When I hear your laugh
It's like a beautiful tone from an instrument
I can hear your ancestors joy
In your voice through the wind
I think about the gems we'll make together too
Triple H
Heart
Head
Hands
All together boo
Part love poem, part practice
To watch the steps of the delicate hearts we dance with
And in my heart, I've known you before
Coulda sworn we was just dancing
In particle forms
Loving thru the thunder storms
Blessed with the chances of being born
And then I meet you again
My dearest sweet, beautiful friend
I love you
Thank you for your time
Thanks for having me

Time time ticking
As my rhymes start kicking
From my
Shrine shrine flicking
As the storyline thickens
Plot plot my new steps
From my block with old mess
Blessed blessed and
Stressed stressed
Always more and less less
I can see my losses in the introspect
Is this always gonna be about protecting neck
Memories catching less seconds, less minutes
Keep thinking about that past, can't live my present
I think this gift a lesson
Misfortune into blessings
Help born a few legends
No limit soldiers
Beautiful resistance
That's a lot of days missing, I spent missing

When I first thought of doing this
I reminisce of old sentences & messages
Thinking of them grand entrances
Grass dancing til the sunset
Now wonder bout my coming death
I was younger didn't see the timer for having this breath
Moments of stress, I can feel my body
Asking me to take a sec
You lived a tough life, man delay the wreck
You worked overtime, man go cash the check
This shit so wack
I'm stumbling for the land back
I know my life ain't just here for the cashapp
Deeper than the dollars for the raps
And my beautiful time reveals that
In the bath adding up math
Positives from all the negatives
I seen it, the unfortunate you had to live
In the past makes more room for the future
Live my truth for when the hurtful
Gotta send the rumors

Timeless
Fine as diamonds in Rwanda
Remind us, how shit used to be where u find us
Chillin up in luxuries' lap wit the commas,
Past ain't grabbing me back, cause we climbing
Penthouse views looking over my conscious
Land reclamation getting back what was stolen
Hand in the sky reaching out towards the golden
Ray keep at bay all the opps they got covid
Closure, gimme some room so I can grow sir
Flowers - bloom in the Tomb of forgotten culture
Bombs ringing over my head word to Tulsa
Progression, say we moving ahead getting closer

Written by:
Sacramento Knoxx, Christopher Yepez, Dango Forlaine

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