Lyrics:
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Tell me if you wanna
Take you home and we can make it by the hour
And if you like then I can stay another hour
Ride with me and I could treat you
this motherfuckin' game!
When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them
Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them
need you by my side to assure me of the win
The way I feel about you, be crazy
Do the most for ya cuz you my baby
Ain't no doubts, no ifs, no maybes
I
Then I won't go
These niggas want me to fumble you
I won't fold
I want you by my side 'till we both grow old
I spent 24 hours
I'd drive 24 hours
I'd walk
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If
Screaming money ain't thang
Gotta let a nigga know
Need a fucking extra hour
Cuz a nigga Tryna blow like
Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Twenty five
on a thumbtack
Little by little, the bigger the gain
The deeper the pockets the shallower the mind frame
I lost myself too easily, gave myself up in need
Now
to run
Nowhere to hide
Betrayed and abandoned
By those on their own side
With fear in their hearts
They want to withdraw
The deafening sound of kerosine
Nowhere to hide
Betrayed and abandoned
By those on their own side
With fear in their hearts
They want to withdraw
The deafening sound of kerosine
Killing
Bright lights, that driving bass
Moving faster than the thumps of 808's
I need some rhythm just to get by
Sound out the speakers is making me high
hours
Boi we all got the same
Same 24 hours
Yea we all got the same
Same 24 hours
Boi we all got the same
Same 24 hours
Yea we all got the same
Since
over
I need to get sober
And that's just some hours away
Sunday mornin' chillin' i'm hungover
I feel like my life is over
I need to get sober
And that's
surrounded by them villains
Only couple hours I already a million
Switch it up on 12 got to play a chameleon
Real boss niggas know how to play civilians
Run
to bring
Them back a little bit later but we have
This very special highly
Evolved permutated tango it's
Actually a perverted tango by the time yes
It's so
melody
Gettin' killed by twelve bars of terror
Sweet sweet heavenly music
Then the sound of creation's greatest error
I once had a date with a fine lady
He's a ruthless opportunist
And he motivates by greed
He's just the way his father was
And that we sure don't need
crying stop the riots, we ain't got to chalk the city
I seen Cole out there, felt I should go out there
They left that boy for hours in the cold out there
sound dumb
In love with your facial expression right after you cum
Yeah, open up them legs, bae it's feast time
Yeah, I'ma beat it up like I hate felines
and the sky as the hours roll by
Ain't it funny, how the world seems to be back there in my dreams
All I see is my reflection in your wild and winsome ways
bitches feel me
Cause I go by the name of (Catashtophy!)
This is how it goes down, check out he sound
Westcoast underground, who is the tightest?
need my money on time
We all on the clock
You die when you run outta time
Don't get caught runnin' with mine
Second and dimes
The dollars and hours align
your gaze
That's what they all say
Like a script they all start to sound the same
I'll make you fall in love by the first date
I'll make all your other
You must be a rapper I say this ain't for my health
You sound so amazing how come this ain't on the shelf
I say ain't that crazy by the way my name
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