Time Is Running Out - Farm Fresh, McEnroe, Pip Skid

Before ya know it your dumb ass will be thirty

Looking back on a past that’s so dirty

Taking baths in the sink like a birdy

Wet behind the ears like grass when it’s early

Ask if ya heard me, but I stopped caring

And you can sense it in these rhymes, that’s apparent

can’t find a way

To keep doing what I gotta do so I’m here to stay

You fear today and they’ll be no tomorrow

If there ain’t money to make then some to borrow

I guess I’m too dumb to get a career

I’d rather be poor, writing raps and sip on a beer

Can’t turn back time like H.G. Wells

Gotta step up the rhyme and make these sales

Here to make beats not respond to e-mails

Write one sheets make friends with retail

A tight knit clique that writes quite sick

Down to fight for the if you bite this shit

Got no trust for a foreign entity

Since the day I woke up like The Borne Identity

Now every damn day revolves around family

Draw Winnipeg like the Pan AM games

Draw Canada so I can’t complain

Barely play the US but I have a name

Play the newly wed game and I stay responsible

Out for the world and I think it’s possible

Who’s like us to stack the middle ground?

Stay true despite the wack that still abound

The fact we’re still around is truly a testament

Old to the new, keep room for improvement

Will the public love is still yet to be seen

Billions on a budget like S.C.T.V

It get’s me testy, the rest of these teens

These raps scenes like recess in grade three

You ain’t been dissed, it’s just about focus

That’s what you get for dropping out of

Hoping you don’t know us, I got tunnel vision

Can’t please the fool that’s trying to make the decision

Ain’t like a talking

Now I’m 'bout to take like I’m Sadie Hawkins

Flow real tight as I tickle the 88's

At home got a wife, she be picking out baby names

Not for me, for the spouse of mine

'83 is ours son, now’s the time

Wanna bet no one I know will probably never carry a million?

Unless I find a treasure buried under a building

Married With Children ain’t written in my script

Rather be in the sitting up in my whip

In another time zone so far from home

Doing interviews, talking to my girl on the phone

I’m so sick of my job and cooking bowls

The money’s easy if you like booking your own shows

No, no, it isn’t just rap

And in a lot of ways that’s held me back

A last nursery answers

I feel out of place on a University campus

Like the Black Panthers on a field trip to Wimbledon

This fucking world make me feel like a simpleton

And pretend like these Christian rock bands

Just getting tired trying to keep up with the part timers

Time’s running out

«We don’t got time to waste»

Every day the sun is coming out

Another one behind you, time running out

Summing up my whole career in one verse

Problems to face, so easy to run first

Could’ve done worse, in fact I’m so proud

Ten years strong, still rocking the crowd

really loud, take that as a sign

That the three of us

Are running out of time