Out of Time (feat. Lenka Shockley)

What we’re not gon’ do

Is let the haters break us

They can watch our moves

But they still can’t imitate us

They can watch us move

To the penthouse from the basement

Tell your girls come through

We can have a celebration

Got hypnotic tunes that’ll raise the roof and get you out your seat

And the loud is booming, every time you consume it knocks you off your feet

Don’t get too high cause you might get burnt to the third degree, to the third degree

If it ain’t about no money, or getting paid

They can miss me with their stories, and their games

They’ll air out your dirty laundry, for the fame

Try to steal your glory, bunch of lames

What we’re not gon’ do

Is let the haters break us

They can watch our moves

But they still can’t imitate us

They can watch us move

To the penthouse from the basement

Tell your girls come through

We can have a celebration

Out of time, they are out of time

it’s our time, money on our mind

Out of time, they are out of time

it’s our time, money on my mind

Now you’re so appalled, I’m in your momma’s walls and she can hardly speak

She can hardly walk, and it’s not my fault you mom’s a superfreak

It’s all in good fun, treat you like my son, or like my employee

But no days off, you better stay on your job, seven days a week

Ok,

they can miss me with their stories, and their games,

All these artists and their cronies, sound the same,

You can follow all these phonies, to the grave

What we’re not gon’ do

Is let the haters break us

They can watch our moves

But they still can’t imitate us

They can watch us move

To the penthouse from the basement

Tell your girls come through

We can have a celebration

Out of time, they are out of time

it’s our time, money on our mind

Out of time, they are out of time

it’s our time, money on my mind