From the first haunting piano chord, “Time Flies Away” sets a different tone. Instead of fire and fury, Eminem enters with vulnerability, rapping about regrets, mortality, faith, and the fleeting nature of life:
“I spent years fightin’ demons, but never said grace / Now I’m beggin’ heaven for one more day in this place…”
Post Malone’s hook, raw and angelic, floats above it all like a hymn:
“Time flies away like prayers in the rain / But I’m holding on, I’m calling Your name…”
What makes this track so surprising is the sincerity. There’s no sarcasm. No irony. Just two artists at their most human, using their platform to wrestle with meaning, mortality, and something greater than themselves.
Fans have taken to social media calling it “the most unexpected worship song of the year,” with others dubbing it “Lose Yourself meets Oceans.”
The song has already sparked conversations across fanbases, church circles, and music blogs, with many praising the authentic spiritual undertones and the unexpected power of hip-hop as a vehicle for worship and reflection.
“Time Flies Away” may not be what fans expected from Eminem and Post Malone—but it might be exactly what they needed: a reminder that even the biggest stars wrestle with doubt, faith, and the search for peace.
In a world rushing forward, this song stands still—hands open, eyes lifted, heart exposed.
Call it hip-hop. Call it worship. Just don’t miss it.
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