Lyrics:
how long I been on ya
(Work it harder, make it better)
(Do it faster, makes us stronger)
I need you right now
(More than ever, hour after hour
how long I been on ya
(Work it harder, make it better)
(Do it faster, makes us stronger)
I need you right now
(More than ever, hour after hour
smells and the barman has a black eye
But still better than last week's empty social club
Three hours in and last orders is finally called
But then
5, Month 6 went by
Hoping I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out
A date and time septemeber 14th, 73
Get ready world
Doctors in the front
im hot as hell
When I spit see a fire leak
Cant fuck with me you niggas high as hell
Monday to Sunday you week
Let me tell ya how I feel
Fuck a record
Im hoping that your not regretting this
In these new found Open hours my calendars kinda bleak
In these open hours I'm not filling up my week
Im
counted the hours
Praying for them to pass
What did it matter
Whether I reached my end
On the gallows
Or by my own hand
A half-open mouth
A corpselike face
need them,
"Cuz they're not good friends"
For the next six hours I tried to explain to my Mom
That I was gonna have to go through this about 200 more
Goddamn right
it's a party every fucking night
Been there for about 6 weeks
walked by the freaks
look, black greeks
How the fuck ya figure
I dig ya me
Chocolate Thai
I want to take flight ya Goddamn right
It's a party every fucking night
Been there for about 6 weeks
Walked by the freaks
Look,
"he cheated on her" just wasn't fucking true
Anyway, after that a few weeks went by before she let me see you
And she said it was because I still
(fuck in the shower, huh)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours (yes, twenty-four hours)
I left a team of niggas in the red
bitches hypnotized by devil shit you hate to hear
Standin' in the shower full of powder coca fuckin' cain
Hour by the hour, ain't no coward, 'cause I
is with people
That we‘re probably
Running at about 51% of our capacity
I often ask how many hours a day you waste
Or how many hours a week you waste
decided to become a year
(I love you, dear)
For sixty seconds every minute, sixty minutes every hour
Every hour, every day, every day, every week
was Peking
Our skipper's name was Jervis
Well I never met a man like him
He pulled two men out from
The sea, by the hair, in a raging storm
And he kept
weeks
The weeks bled into months
In my thoughts, in my words
What I've done and failed to do
Try to try harder
Hour to hour
One by one
Hodie mecum eris
my mask at least
Six feet deep
They pray for the hour of my death
and wish me godspeed
but motherfuckers bow they heads
when the gods speak
when I
and told my Mom how my day went
She said, "If they were laughing you don't need the,
"Cause they're not good friends"
For the next six hours I tried
and told my Mom how my day went
She said, "If they were laughing you don't need the,
"Cause they're not good friends"
For the next six hours I tried
you got till there's no more
Forty hours a week your life's a bore
Beaten down by the daily grind
All the politics and games fuck with your mind
Doing
to help me
Even when you were born
You were six weeks old, this one is not even Africa, it's this nation
I was on the streets for three years
I have
But the reset hits once like every other hour
Guess I've devoured
Enough of these beasts
To need a fucking shower
And a fresh set of sheets
A week I
after Mason Betha turned his mic in
I started writin 22 months and 20 weeks prior
To LeBron shakin Adidas for Nikes
I'm right here, six years after Randy
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