Family Time (feat. Y'Anna Crawley) [Radio Edit] - Glenn Jones

Lift up your hearts with a smile Lift up your feet with a dance Lift up your spirits with a song It's family time, it's family time, it's family time Hi, how you doing? Hi, how you been? It's really good to know we still got this thing When we get together, it's so much fun Everyone's happy, nobody's got to run Lift up your hearts with a smile Lift up your feet with a dance Lift up your spirits with a song It's family time, it's family time, it's family time Now the world gets busy but it's not hard to see Family means the most to me I'm so happy we found this time Now we can all share what's on our minds Lift up your hearts with a smile Lift up your feet with a dance Lift up your spirits with a song It's family time, it's family time, it's family time Now we get together, that's how we get along Now we get the world to sing a peace song Everyone can see we are family Everyone can see it's time to be free Lift up your hearts with a smile Lift up your feet with a dance Lift up your spirits with a song It's family time, it's family time, it's family time Yeah, yeah, yeah Hi, how you doing? Hi, how you been? It's really good to know we still got this thing When we get together, it's so much fun Everyone's happy, nobody's got to run Lift up your hearts with a smile Lift up your feet with a dance Lift up your spirits with a song It's family time, it's family time, it's family time Lift up your hearts with a smile Lift up your feet with a dance Lift up your spirits with a song It's family time, it's family time, it's family time It's family time, it's family time, it's family time It's family time, yeah, it's family time Yeah, it's family time, yeah

Time Needs another minute (At least) Take your time But you've got a limit That girl looks forward to another meetin' Just like everyday people I know Look forward to another simple greetin' (time) Bear A bear in the woods looks forward to hibernatin' Just any ol' player you know All he needs is a ratin' Time is education Even when they tell you It's sophistication You know that time Needs to be a little longer Oh time! The universe needs to be a little stronger Time they say is the answer But I don't believe it Time

Through the rain and the moon and the stars You know that all this gon be ours Listen to me strum this guitar It seems like our dreams are so far We gotta sprint we gotta move I know the time is ticking We gotta push we gotta punch We gotta keep on kicking Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday 2-4 7 we gettin it Friday Saturday Sunday Be the days for all the missions Time is tickin yeah Gotta get it yeah yeah For my niggas This one for my niggas yeah Yeah Aye, and this one for the Children yeah yeah Head up, gotta get ya bread up I know my family is mad at the shit that i Do But i swear they dont listen My head is spinning Grandmother told me if she hear i smoke Then i gotta go dip man Its gettin wicked I guess im dipping I need some fixing Its that not easy the fonto be hittin Maddy dont worry im working my eyes on My goals and i promise you that i aint Trippin Ya not hearin me Ya not hearing me no Fight the battle Dont let em have you I aint got fear in me woah Momma this is me Momma this is me Ima keep rapping forgetting the trapping I swear that we gon make history Ya got ya eyes on the gucci and prada but I got my eyes on the victory I bet they not gon say nun Bout tats or the rap When they see us make 10 a piece I had a Quarter P You had more me than me Wanna know the difference Youngings move all my greens Then all it come to me I just be sittin They aint say shit to me Aint say shit to me Now they all hittin me They was all whining complaining till they Started seein they gettin they shit for free Now they shit is free Musically been blessing me Momma i told you You shouldve kept they heat They was just testing me I couldn't fold you We gotta sprint we gotta move I know the time is ticking We gotta push we gotta punch We gotta keep on kicking Monday tuesday wednesday thursday 2-4 7 we gettin it Friday saturday sunday Be the days for all the missions Time is tickin yeah Gotta get it yeah yeah For my niggas This one for my niggas yeah Yeah Aye, and this one for the Children yeah yeah Head up, gotta get ya bread up The Mary Jane took the pain away All in my mind and I can't escape Got a bond that you can't break My life feels like a movie take Lights is flashing on us Hold my hand Now we in the corner Losing grip and I'm losing composure Ass so big I could roll a blunt on her Got A nigga sweating like im sitting in a Sauna Ass so big got it from her momma Red bottom Bleeding out the Balenciaga Baby girl up always counting commas Aye, yeah And she drippy wet like agua Smoking all this weed I just fell in love With ganga Gotta give the praise to my one n only Father But I get the hustle for the money from My momma For the squady, I go narley Get to sparkin, like a harley Said I get to sparkin, just like im bob Marley yeah No more talking, we gon get this money Yeah Ayeeee Ima scream until my lungs fade Life is real, this aint no game Goin hard like im in the paint Time is ticking Time is always ticking When im fucking bitches I tell that bitch to listen A niggas on a mission Im working through every min Ain't focus on nun these bitches Ain't focus on nun these ops Ya haters always plot These niggas be ops no cop These nigga be hoe no cap You got your bitch on lock bop Time is ticking yea Think im in a dream Nigga i feel so cold ice cream I don't care im faded off the weed Time is ticking yea My watch aint say a thing But i want some icey tings I want my water gleam Hot and cold four sea- sons Working til im bleed-ing Honestly i need it Cuz my mind be leaving When im smoking weed and When fucking treesh and Get anxiety yea I just need money I don't need these treesh yea I need energyyy yea Good vibes Imma just fuck her like 2 times Imma just getta bag 2 times Imma just smoke on this weed, wait Imma just sip on some red wine Niggas be flashing beans aye Humble i stay on my grind Im moving around like a king aye I'm moving im running through red lights Time is ticking aye yea And a nigga is still in their prime We gotta sprint we gotta move I know the time is ticking We gotta push we gotta punch We gotta keep on kicking Monday tuesday wednesday thursday 2-4 7 we gettin it Friday saturday sunday Be the days for all the missions Time is tickin yeah Gotta get it yeah yeah For my niggas This one for my niggas yeah Yeah Aye, and this one for the Children yeah yeah Head up, gotta get ya bread up

Doodie in this bitch Think his ass hot, put that fan on him (Gah) Get his ass killed, put some bands on him (Bitch) Free the real niggas out that can, homie (Let's get it) I know some real niggas, I can't speak on 'em (Yeah) I know where you hang, where you hide out (Where you hide out) We are not the same, nigga, you won't ride out (Bitch) Pull up with that flame, bang, then that fire out Them shells hit yo fuckin' torso, then it's time out (Boom, boom, boom boom) Pussy nigga had shot me, get my leg back I'ma slide to your party, fuckin' kick back We ain't giving away passes, this ain't Six Flags Last nigga got shot got a shit bag High speed on the 12, made him zig-zag Get the profits, put it down like a Kit Kat And that fuckin' 40, yeah, that six pack Shoot one, we kill three, get that gift back Finna get a fuckin' striaght, put some shoes on it Batting 2K, I won't lose on it I be off the lane, I don't snooze on 'em Fuck with us, you gon' make the news, homie (Let's get it) Think his ass hot, put that fan on him (Gah) Get his ass killed, put some bands on him (Bitch) Free the real niggas out that can, homie (Let's get it) I know some real niggas, I can't speak on 'em (Yeah) I know where you hang, where you hide out (Where you hide out) We are not the same, nigga, you won't ride out (Bitch) Pull up with that flame, bang, then that fire out Them shells hit yo fuckin' torso, then it's time out (Boom, boom, boom boom) Mans gon' do a hit when it's black out Sold a hundred Ps in the trap house I'm that fuckin' nigga niggas rap 'bout Fuck a nigga bitch quick 'til she tap out Actin' like a fuckin' fool in that AMG Don't make a wrong move, don't you play with me Down 57 South, I get 'em A to Z And I never went to school, don't know my ABCs But I can count money like it's 1, 2, 3 And everywhere I go, you know it's guns with me And the bullets sting like they bumblebees Nigga, I'm a king, I'm a humble beast Think his ass hot, put that fan on him (Gah) Get his ass killed, put some bands on him (Bitch) Free the real niggas out that can, homie (Let's get it) I know some real niggas, I can't speak on 'em (Yeah) I know where you hang, where you hide out (Where you hide out) We are not the same, nigga, you won't ride out (Bitch) Pull up with that flame, bang, then that fire out Them shells hit yo fuckin' torso, then it's time out (Boom, boom, boom boom)

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)