No Time for You - Davy Jones

They gon' talk about you Of course they gon' complain They're not used to flexing The spaces are not diamond And diamonds wait until time and You feel some type of way She got shit to say They gon' say some things that don't Do nothing but remind me And if they're bringing up problems There's no time for it You wanna tell me how it is But there's no time for it You wanna tell me how you feel But there's no time for it Do you thing, get your change By the way don't you think I'mma care cause I'm not Got my mind on my money And the hate don't really matter, nah There's no time for it Oh-oh, there's no time for it No time, no time, no time I don't care for gossip What they gonna say? Just got off the plane I'm strictly focused on commas And dollars signs in my pockets So I been out the way Think I've been the same You can't hang today There's nothing fake about it For the ones that's causing me problems There's no time for it You wanna tell me how it is But there's no time for it You wanna tell me how you feel But there's no time for it Do you thing, get your change By the way don't you think I'mma care cause I'm not Got my mind on my money And the hate don't really matter, nah There's no time for it Oh-oh, there's no time for it No time, no time, no time There's no time for it You wanna tell me how it is But there's no time for it You wanna tell me how you feel But there's no time for it Do you thing, get your change By the way don't you think I'mma care cause I'm not Got my mind on my money And the hate don't really matter, nah There's no time for it (I don't have no time) There's no time for it Ah yeah, yeah, yeah No time, no time, no time No time, no time No time, no time I got no time Can I get one time if you're outstanding One time if you get filthy Bitch, no time for the haters tripping No time for the haters tripping Can I get one time if you're outstanding One time if you get filthy Bitch, no time for the haters tripping No time for the haters tripping There's no time for it You wanna tell me how it is But there's no time for it You wanna tell me how you feel But there's no time for it Do you thing, get your change By the way don't you think I'mma care cause I'm not Got my mind on my money And the hate don't really matter, nah There's no time for it (Have no time for it, no time for it) No time, no time, no time

Confusion Desillution No Time No time for revolution No time for revolution Elutions for dath romance Could break up the bugs You go on makin' sense Back in the sixties They standed there "Fight, fight for the dreams, Fight for the right" In the seventies, follow, Follow to go over to the place So went to San Francisco, Somewhere far out the space In the eighties I don't know, Some did it for the money, Some did it for the show There's no time No time to remember these days No time to hold back in that size We don't have no time, No time, no time ... No time for revolution No time for revolution No time for revolution No time for revolution In the nineties There's a soul Called those generation For who is in charge For this situation And this station About politicians, No embitions - Tell me what's the vision To be a winner, Is never ever mather of how, Political correctness Is the word of now The spirit of the money Is the sound of the time There's something coming up To change your mind There's no time ...

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.)