Time Passes On Baby, I just want to lay down my plans For a brand new year You got to get up early every morning Little girl with the rising sun You got to get up early every morning Baby with the rising sun Have my house all cleaned up And my breakfast always done You must bring your money home Lord, and pile it up with mine You got to bring your money home Baby, and pile it up with mine I don't want no cheatin' and lyin' Little girl, there ain't no need of tryin' No more runnin' up and down the streets Gettin' high off a wreath of tea No more runnin' up and down the streets Gettin' high off a wreath of tea Gettin' mad with everybody Well, I'm takin' your spite out on me I got to play it for her now Yeah Yeah No more bikini and no more numbers No more hour and a half on your telephone call No more bikini and no more numbers No more hour and a half on your telephone call And when I ask you a question, baby I don't want no talkin' off the wall I'm gonna close my books I've said all, almost everything I'm gonna close my plans, baby I've said almost everything Well, if I'm lyin' to you, little girl Don't you know Brownie McGee ain't my name No, no, no, no My plans