Lyrics:
hit a note
Consider these lines yours. I hope they make you proud
10.000 hours running like a countdown
And I'm countin' every single one
'til hundred
I wanna just be laying by the pool
But I’ve been in the studio
And now it’s getting cold
Got a hundred different things I gotta do
Not enough hours
Panama red, holdin' 52 hands for ransom
My man Johnny Handsome, itchin' to cancel 'em
I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to business
We
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
And it
The leading man in my own private drama
Hurrah (bang bang), hurrah (bang bang) the hero of the hour
Daddy's little psycho and mommy's little soldier
I wanna
this East nigga (yo, yo, you, you hatin')
Get the fuck outta here, man, for real (Dave East is hot, he hot)
What kind of shit is this, man? (He hot,
hoop, take a break
While you at it tell your life coach
Take a break
Oh you live streamin’? Take a break
Ay yo big man, take a break
Do what the sign says
you by your neck
And give your neck a tongue lash
I need a woman that's compatible with this man
I want a woman who can wear lingerie and keep
two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means,
King of the road
He was a small man but this man was all man
He was accustomed to danger
He knew the badlands, he knew every bad man
This man was a ranger, ranger,
me gingerbread man
With maneuvers
Flexin' front of the precinct
Like I'm Lex Luger
Mmm yeah
I get it by the hour
Think about this money
As I'm
Real musical talent is practising for hours a day until your fingers ache
Not being sonically hypnotised by the noises your computer makes
You claim you
Whatchu know bout a check
Whatchu know bout the power
Told you give my respect
I done did my forty hours
Whatchu know bout a check
Whatchu know bout
Whatchu know bout a check
Whatchu know bout the power
Told you give my respect
I done did my forty hours
Whatchu know bout a check
Whatchu know bout
Done my time
I’ll be older than God by the time I’m done
Tell the man I’ve done my time
Been a long time since I seen the sun
Tell the man I’ve
over town
I'm driving her all around
Show her where shit goes down
For hours and hours we clown
Then we going to the lounge
She got the drippiest gown
Always put our hood in the air, cuz we don't give a fuck!
My niggas want money, My niggas want power
My niggas big Benz mansions, pussy by the hour
the darkest hour
Coming over the mountain
Shinning over the sea
Anytime you find jah jah you fulfil your destiny
Shinning by the river side
Down in the country
What's it gonna take to fix two leaks?
Couple hundred bucks each and countin'
I know I said one more two hours ago and
I know I said by this time I'd
the booth
(I’m back)
Yeah I pay by the hour
Locked in with Mook Dook
(Mook Dook)
I put her back on the block list
Lil boy, you can’t block this
Steady just
to give her a light
One wild night (blinded by the moonlight)
One wild night (24 hours of midnight)
One wild night (I stepped into the twilight zone
At times
our ritual
Diverts us
Off track
Our wavered
Intentions
Caught by
A swinging axe
I've seen it all
From every hour
Dragging out like
get to spend time together
Just you and me never mind the cheddar
And though we barely speak on the phone
Could tell by your tone, you hate bein'
cigarettes
Ah, but two hours of pushing broom
Buys an eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
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