And if I had an aeroplane, I still couldn’t make it on time.

And time doesn’t wait for me, it keeps on rollin.

All the times that I’ve cried, keeping all the things I knew inside.

Time, he’s waiting in the wings.

I’m counting out time, got the whole thing down by numbers.

I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will.

You on point, Tip? All the time, Phife.

It’s 8:15, and that’s the time that it’s always been.

There was a time, a storm that blew so pure.

Hold the line; love isn’t always on time.