Lyrics:
"Put the second into hours and the hours into minutes
I look at my wrist
Promise that I'm dripping
Me and my girl, Ball
Jordan, scotty pitman
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
Never use to mind the subtle glow from the TV
Now I need to stare at a wall even though its pitch black
I've spent hours sitting with my legs crossed
"Big head" text
And I can be your Mr. Midnight
When you get out the shower (when you need a midnight)
In the midnight hour (when you need a midnight
goliath grouper
I'm going to need you to suck the pigmentation out of this one, young blood
Shorty ass so fat I thought I was balls deep in Kyle Lowry
I
The sunlight in his living room was disappearing
And he wanted to enjoy the few hours of leisure
He had left before he had
To go to work again in the morning
He
saying women is God's gift
do you need a lift can I take a sniff
Do I sound sexist cause I'm chasin'
after Deja she from Texas?
Down to kick the asses
Feminist saying women is God's gift
Do you need a lift can I take a sniff
Do I sound sexist cause I'm chasin'
After Deja she from Texas?
Down to kick
Few more days
Few more hours
Few more minutes
Few more seconds
Few more days
Few more hours
Few more minutes
Few more, need a few more
So
Your finest hour
(Oh) Your finest hour
Take your instinct by the reins
You're better best to rearrange
What we want and what we need
Has been
Lately it's been me keeping me in a calm state
They can keep they're z's I don't sleep need ma heart paid
I'm a king I say it loud no debt, the sound
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's
1998,
We need authorization to land.
Major, major? Landing co-ordinations.
We are now ten seconds from touchdown.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
power
A lot of energy huh last four hours
Oh J Cole, baby High for hours
Give me that power girl
I want your power
Give me that power girl
I need that
Your finest hour
(Oh) Your finest hour
Take your instinct by the reins
You're better best to rearrange
What we want and what we need
Has been
The changing of the guard is sparked by our own Joan of Arc
Emma come please take our guns
Take our guns
We don't need them
Emma come please take our guns
Take
The changing of the guard is sparked by our own Joan of Arc
Emma come please take our guns
Take our guns
We don't need them
Emma come please take our guns
Take
The changing of the guard is sparked by our own Joan of Arc
Emma come please take our guns
Take our guns
We don't need them
Emma come please take our guns
Take
The changing of the guard is sparked by our own Joan of Arc
Emma come please take our guns
Take our guns
We don't need them
Emma come please take our guns
Take
Grab it then yo chin and I would kiss you
Next thing that you know we go for hours bedroom
Look like it was hit by a missile damn
Was hit by a missile
burnin' in the heat of love
I need your power in the midnight hour
Let's take circumstance
By design or chance
Makes no difference at the speed
In my darkest hours
I need space to be my self
I've been fighting fires
Left by you I breathe in the smoke
On the long way home
I invest my soul in
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
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