T.I.M.E. Lyrics - Insanity Inc.


T.I.M.E. (Trouble In My Eyes)
Son of a gun. I'm the company,
I won’t suggest thee. Come join the club of mayhem.

I can't avoid it. See the devil’s eyes?
Straight from my head. Straight from my head.
Down to my core. Down to my core.
Evil as fuck. Evil as fuck.
Child of the night.
Out-and-out moonstruck.

Got that fever.
Living for the night. Trouble in my eyes:
Fuck it, insane till death!
Living for the night. Trouble in my eyes:
Fuck it, insane till death!

Got a lighter?
Gimme a try of that joy powder.
Nothing's there which I won't give a try.
And all these hours, forgotten. So I have to repeat the same again,
without a fucking doubt.

Count down loud. I ain't your foe.
Fuck it, insane till death!

Badass and done, having a good time.
I’m on a long run. Your excess feels like a mormon’s.

Don’t want to avoid it. I’ve got the devil’s eyes!
Straight from my head. Straight from my head.
Down to my core. Down to my core.
Evil as fuck. Evil as fuck.
Child of the night.
Out-and-out moonstruck.

Got that fever.
Living for the night. Trouble in my eyes:
Fuck it, insane till death!
Living for the night. Trouble in my eyes:
Fuck it, insane till death!