Lyrics:
here,
He got down there
So what you want this time?
I said look man,
A-what time is it?
He said the clock on the wall
Say three o'clock
Last
here, he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said look man, a-what time is it?
He said the clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for
here, he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said look man, a-what time is it?
He said the clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for
Wanna tell you a story,
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday,
Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront
wait to be with you (ha ha)
Loving you is all I want to do
[Fresh Prince:]
(Christopher Williams)
10 o'clock my flight lands
Can't wait to hold
It's three o'clock at the end of the day.
It's three o'clock in the morning gray.
I'm alone and I'm very, very worried.
All the bottles of wine
myself an option I'd rather hustle than sleep
No - Jordans on my feet I couldn't afford them sneaks
Still I dribbled up and down cut up and threw up a 3
Where yo gun son
Ooo I gotta it bitch
I'm not tryna die young naw
I ain't roddy rich
this ain't Bobby bitch
Chop got kick
Like karate kid
They gon
on the couch then
We hit a three way, woah
(Damn)
Bitch I'm patriotic, bleed red, white
And blue if you ain't about this
Country well motherfuck you
Your cousin
bobby
From 3 day old chili to saki with wosabi
I'm home hey i'm home
You never met a motherfucker quite like me
Not like me, dida dada like me, hey like
let me show you mine
Bring the six o'clock news
And let me walk 'em in my shoes
Through what you call the inner city
And what I call the blues
I'm broke
nothin' but my soul
The wind came in the window and blew his final dollar off the bar
Three o'clock in the morning on the highway you can never get too
to win, by beating the Scots
It ended in heartache with a goal from the spot.
The Championship title, it's ours you know
We won Northern Ireland 3 nil was
Idaho
Before I reached Colorado I hit three feet of snow
Singing Lord, let the wind blow you know I’m so cold
Rock Springs to Cheyenne is a bad stretch
got the room
It's only made for two, like we inside the coop
Bishop how they got juice, & I was Q, by the roof
Always been the Bobby brown out the group
life's entire plight
Tired might retire but the fire has inspired kite
Spark a pyre three's for hire go for four my core's aspired
Spiral floor I don't
haste
But I can't wait can I take your daughter for a ride
Just around the block It's only 3 o'clock
She'll be home in her bed by 9
I have a long list
the ship
I'm taking all I can get
Ship Jonny the chips
Pocket 3s when I flip
It be making em sick
Dont give a shit like rick
Dropping hit by hit
Get the bag
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
[INTRO]
17 o'clock on dot
Somewhere in the universe
(yeeeeee)
Can you handle the fame?
Can you handle the greatest party setlist
To ever exist?
a Double X
I am the wagon that carries the band
Threw my last three thou' with a name of Sandra Bland
On my project cover I'm starin' like Sandra Bland
live off it for three days
And when it's done, who's the next victim today
I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by BIBLE life
I yap the nigga ripe then
speaks for you
(Verse 1)
Rest in peace AMoney for him ima run it in these blue hunnids so addictive without em i feel like shit ima die wit this addiction
want this time?
I said look man, a-what time is it?
He said the clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol, so what you need?
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