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.

If you’re lost you can look and you will find me, time after time.

Time will heal all the hate, all in good time.

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.

I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive.

* When I was around 2 years old, I spun around while dancing to Star Search and hit my head against the family’s wooden TV stand. I have a lovely eyebrow scar to prove it.