the time is ticking the hands, spinning my feet, sticking hoping for the trinity I find myself stuck between divinity the gray area seems like infinty My regrets stick with me shakin um seems tricky money, cars, clothes, hoes thats all my n**s know not me though no follow me, past the vanity the regrets seem to vanish as if we planned it what I life without wants a life full of plesant haunts sugar plum dreams filled with chocolate streams and everything that was is not what it seems then you see your queen on a hill above the rest you seem a little blessed so try something new anything new sometimes thats all we can do