Texty:
Story Of The Year Time Goes On

on and on, and on, and on and on on and on and on and on - on and on and on and on - and the time goes on yeah time goes on

on and on, and on, and on and on on and on and on and on - on and on and on and on - and the time goes on yeah time goes on

crashed into a pot of gold I've been there, done that, now I ain't lookin' back And the seeds I've sown, savin' dimes Spendin' too much time on the

Now many wars have come and gone, Genocide still goes on Buddy Holly still goes on but his catalogue was sold First time I smoked guess what, paranoid First time

turned on the SpectraVision, And I'm just about to eat That little chocolate mint on my pillow That I love so very, very much, When suddenly there's a knock on

She didn't have a body but she started gettin thick quick DId a couple of videos and became afrocentric Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions She was on

since you came here, girl (Goes around, goes around) My whole world goes around (Goes around, goes around) (Goes around, goes around) Because you, you spin me, yeah (Goes

t trippin on his girlfriend Fine little bitch, I think her name is Lynn Mike paid the bills always in cash And if she ever got raw, he just beat that ass It goes on

the City of Dope, and the story goes Want to be like free, breaking millions of loaves In the City of Dope, where the color is gold On your neck, and