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The clock strikes eight, my heart feels low[00:14.26]Far from comfort I once had known[00:18.46]Waffles and sausage, can't cook like
The clock starts ticking the moment they are called
Smurfs, whoever shot him in the back walked up on him
Assassinated
He's got a gun, Dad. Be
living[01:32.62]Cut all the strings so you'll be lifted[01:35.94]Rapture or not[01:37.84]Time ticks on the clock[01:39.54]Will you endure[01:41.29]Will you cry
on delivered, they postal[00:34.81]She don't post though, keep him out of his zone and stay hopeful[00:37.36]I'm stayin' locked in, I'ma have to clock
This is a radio drama, brought to you by...[00:11.88]Saturday Evening, it's the finale[00:14.68]Will they fuck? Will they fight? Will they
on the count of three
We gonna bum rush The Tunnel with a pound of weed
Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here
Blazin' like Biggie passed us a semi in
tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash flow was major
In the old school, or M
lil nigga I can see why u come lil nigga u ain't never had love
I was just young lil nigga i don't wanna be a bum lil nigga so I had to man up
I was
get sucked in by CNN prepping for the world to end
Am I under hydrated or caffeinated
Am I getting too worked up over unsubstantiated ideas I've
Satin,
Kool-Aid Getchu Hella 151
November Dog
So Run Kitty Run
We Gon Drink It Untill We Done
Diddy Dum
Bum Biddy Bum
Here Kansas City Come So Give Me
She's a shot clock waister she a never touch the floor
I had to get out my feelings and up a bag on a whore
Pop another tab break the bank that shit light
Brr
Let's roll
Diice
Let's roll
Level up twice as tall
African giant way too big
Body like like stefflondon
Big bum bum and way too thick
My broski
Kurtis Blow
'81 I was potty trained to Treacherous Three
No more pee-pee on the bedding and sheets
Christmas Eve '82 I'm standing by the clock
Praying
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
fly by on the clock
Punching the clock when I'm off yeah dodging the ops
Give a muthafuck what you thought
No I don't Xan but I stay with the bars
I'm
have potential for the blow like I'm a "bum"
I'll ride this beat until somebody STOP ME
They tryna copy, you can tell by how they watch me
Bitches
rather get high
With no license or car, so you bum rides to get by
Saying "I should've did this" or "I shouldn't have hung with this guy"
"I'm broke
Constant
Every toc we take it from the top
It's that 1 2 3 o'clock 4 o'clock rock
Get your app open
Plot the course you gotta trot
When the mad potent drop
every last one of 'em
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
I better meal my deal, my
Backpackers pack there saddle on my penis
Best thing since sliced bread cut by Saukrates
Soul strut like Koreans with Bum Knees
Sy Wyld bring the beat like
Just me and the guys
These hoes used to say I was dirty
Now they look surprised
That I'm doing fine
And I ran it up in a hurry
Ain't racing the clock
on the spreaded cake got blues on her bum
I got the head late so Im headed late put the dash on 2 hun
Six o'clock Im lit caught a twat after six
I just want a body
you gon talk nigga you my son
I got gas smoke it by the ton
These niggas be ass nigga you a bum
Sipping wok what tf is rum
Post on block do this shit
But I can't get out 'til I take a crack at it
That is not being a bum
I been lost in a slump as the months tick by
And when I crawl back under my sheets
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