James A. Johnston My Time (Triple H) Lyrics

One, Two.., Is this on
Ha, Yo Jimmy (Jim Johnston) hit me with that Triple H? (Ha ha ha ha ha ha)
Yeah, you let the music keep playing mr. dumb s___

Yo, tell me what time it is now
(Volume 4 Version) Yeah, just kicking it up here
(Real Version) You don't know what Trouble is
It's our time
Yo, here comes trouble

Not gonna listen anybody
Tell me who and what to be
Not trying to be like everybody
Tired of playing make believe

Cause I am the blind, and the blind lead the blind
My time, Our time,
My time, it's time...
My time, Our time, My time...

We're not looking back, and we've had enough
You don't know what trouble is

Games, Politics, Sissy Toughs, One time
(Break your mind, Break your mind, Break your mind)
Money fools, Stupid rules (I've had enough of this)

All your stupid rules
(Yo, you keep you're finger off the switch Gunn)
All your stupid rules

Don't you understand your revolution
(All your stupid rules)
And Don't you understand your own confusion
(All your stupid rules *Not in Real Version*)

Make up our fantasy in your little mind
Follow me like the blind lead the blind
(All your stupid rules)
Follow me like the blind lead the blind, Yeah

Yeah, yo the years went by with your lies
The Marks, The Suits, McMahon
Give us a shot, and we'll give ya nothing
The smart one, the mellow one, the easy one

Well, it's our time now (Yeah)
It's our time now
You know it's our time now
Let the truth set you free...

Ha, Yo dollar, keep your finger off the switch
It's our time
It's our time (I've had enough of this)
It's our time for the... GRAB
(I've had enough of this, Yo, I've had enough of this)

Who, Who sleepin with who around here
(I've had enough of this, You know, I've had enough of this)

(I've had enough of this)
Yeah, the years went by with your lies
The Marks, The Suits, McMahon
Give us the shot, we'll give ya nothing
The smart one, the responsible one, the easy one, the mellow one
Well, it's our time
It's our time
It's our time
It's our time for the... GRAB (You will.. Find out.. What Trouble is)

You will, mark my words, find out... what trouble... is

(*In Backround* They think we're kidding) Yo tell me something, who's sleeping with who

Huh, Does anybody know who's sleeping with who
(Ha, I can't hear you)

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