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Time Machine Let Me Cry

in line wastin' All of your time just to hate me Every dime gone to ways You can find that might bait me And drag me down Sight set proudly Bring me

dollar bill In the evenin' time Don't talk to me If you're lookin' for somebody to cry on Don't talk to me If you're lookin' for somebody to cry on

is like free throws Some things ya gone miss Some things ya make Don't rush, don't wait I call pape time travel machine It can get ya there faster but

don't see me, standin in front of me Walkin by me three or four times Showin me views of they Victoria Secret thongs, tryin to turn me on Eyewitness news

now Let me hear Detroit Michigan make some noise! Get your hands Get your hands Get your hands Alright people We got the 16 track tape machine rollin' out back. If you'll sing with me

The man just told me, he told me on TV Do you think you're better than me Do you want to kill me or befriend me And the alcoholic bastard waved his

tryna get me phonic bitches miss me they on it, haters diss leave a comment and if how i ride make you sick of me, vomit let me finish my composite as

Love Machine) The Love Machine will put it on U right (Oh oh) CHORUS (U think I don't) (Higher) Hey yeah! What time it is? (Love Machine) (Love Machine) What time

me Auschwitz gas chamber full of Zyklon-B Just like the spanish exterminating Tynos Raping the black and Indian women, creating Latinos Mother fuckers made me