� Who made time your master?� Who is time to judge?� Whether your time is coming or not, yeah.��������������My regrets to those who are for nothing but a blueSelling out their souls for nothing newAnd I'll be to you, I'll be to you, I'll be to youI made a good God's favor with truthNow where did all the birds go?They'll fly into the southI don't knowNo one told them where to goThey knowWhile you be reffing the road you choseYou'll never take a turnYou're just going straight onTill your heart burnsAnd I'll be to you, I'll be to you, I'll be to you, I doI'll be to you, I'll be to you, I'll be to you, I doI made a good God's favor with truthI can'tI made a good God's favorI'll be to you, I'll be to you, I'll be to you, I'll be to you, I doI made a good God's favor with truthI made a good God's favor with truthWith some truth