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Chronomentrophobia Lyrics
[Intro: André 3000]
Chronomentrophobia
The fear of clocks
The fear of time
Yeah
[Verse 1: André 3000]
High as the cost of living
Ohh
I take what I've been given
Pastor say, "Be strong"
Ooh, yeah, hey
I ain't got time, leave me alone
Ain't that much time left, I've got to funk you now
[Hook: André 3000]
Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia
[Verse 2: André 3000]
Lord be having mercy on my soul
I'm having the impression that my life gon' be a bowl
Of cherries, but it's very hard for me to cope
Got tired of being broke
This ATLien ain't got no time to sit and mope
Made up my mind while y'all made up y'all beds
On a cold wooden floor is where I laid my head
Born in 1975, never thought I'd make it this far
Still battling in this racial war
Tryna find solutions to the situation I'm facing
Only thing that's free is my flow that y'all be chasing
Letting my niggas know before I go, I drop that knowledge
Like dropping books; let's stop the crooks
From robbing you of your brains and such
Using welfare as a crutch
I'm in it for good; you enter my hood, you won't be finding much
Hope that when I'm gone, y'all remember this
What we stood for: "Fuck that fame and that glitz"
It's beginning to look a lot like the ending
And got to be more careful, know what corners you be bending
Revelations, getting impatient, and now, I'm dead
Remember what I said; I'm gone, bow your heads
Chronomentrophobia
The fear of clocks
The fear of time
Yeah
[Verse 1: André 3000]
High as the cost of living
Ohh
I take what I've been given
Pastor say, "Be strong"
Ooh, yeah, hey
I ain't got time, leave me alone
Ain't that much time left, I've got to funk you now
[Hook: André 3000]
Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia
[Verse 2: André 3000]
Lord be having mercy on my soul
I'm having the impression that my life gon' be a bowl
Of cherries, but it's very hard for me to cope
Got tired of being broke
This ATLien ain't got no time to sit and mope
Made up my mind while y'all made up y'all beds
On a cold wooden floor is where I laid my head
Born in 1975, never thought I'd make it this far
Still battling in this racial war
Tryna find solutions to the situation I'm facing
Only thing that's free is my flow that y'all be chasing
Letting my niggas know before I go, I drop that knowledge
Like dropping books; let's stop the crooks
From robbing you of your brains and such
Using welfare as a crutch
I'm in it for good; you enter my hood, you won't be finding much
Hope that when I'm gone, y'all remember this
What we stood for: "Fuck that fame and that glitz"
It's beginning to look a lot like the ending
And got to be more careful, know what corners you be bending
Revelations, getting impatient, and now, I'm dead
Remember what I said; I'm gone, bow your heads
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Genius Annotation
André 3000 solemnly expresses his fear of time passing him by. He reflects on how hard he had to work to get to where he is, and reflects on the complex problems he continues to face in spite of his success.
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Stankonia Recording (Atlanta)
Release Date
August 22, 2006
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