Lyrics:
me I start to feel like I'm Abel
To sleep by myself losing parts of my heart to the cards
It's been a twelve hour blur
And a twelve hour nightmare
I
strap or vest
Fuck the club, all the hoes on crystal meth
Another phone call move ten thousand tabs of ex
Another hour and my bitch is coming out that
Twelve o'clock
Twelve o'clock
Magic time for dreams
Twelve o'clock
Twelve o'clock
Happy time for us
Twelve o'clock for now
Best December hour
I'm choking on my words
Hoping you're not hurt
The ultimate under pressure
Killing me would feel much better
Don't waste the next twelve hours
jobs, I'm told I'll get more hours soon
Living check to check, back to back, I need some food
Survive off a single meal, a box of rice ofroni
A bottle
kept a'comin
There wasn't quite as many as there was a hour ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin' on
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf
These bowels ain't weak
(Twelve ride on past, twelve ride on past, twelve ride on past)
That work ain't cheap
(No checks all cash, no checks all
Twelve hours of lovin' never take a break
Twelve hours of lovin' got just what it takes
A hundred ways of loving you gonna make you sing
Twelve hours
the entire time of six hours, indeed, those fifty one days, the FBI never fired one shot at the Dravidians.
The machine gunning into the Dravidians trapped
twelve
One hour to power up, the countdown does begin
I can't wait to seal my fate, oh God the shape I'm in
The tractor pulls, oh, that's for fools
You know sometimes when you feel low, you just got to get high
Yeah
Ugh
I need a six-pack, two-six
Fuck, twelve that
Twelve big bowls
A Jolly Green
I lost you in the
Gulf of Mexico
You just drifted away
Now my days ache and my
Nights are long
Two years and still
You are gone, gone, gone
Guess I'm
twelve hours
Since you went away
I miss you so much and I don't know what to say
I should be over you
I should know better but it's just not the case
Down in the scrub oak country
To the southeast Texas Gulf
There used to ride a brakeman,
A brakeman double tough.
He worked the town of Kilgore,
in Japan
Chakuriku suru made 12-Jikan
Got twelve hours 'til I land, yuh
Take a look
Don't know who dat is
I stay Japan lit
Fuck yo sedative
Airpods
Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in
Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream
She in the mirror for hours, hopin' that she
pleased you (five hundred thousand dollars)
Twenty-four hours, baby, twelve times two (twenty-four hours, baby)
Seven days a week I wanna see you (seven
It's twelve a.m. and I have not sleeped nothing
I need my space in the correct time
The glory is reached when I'm alone
'Cause you're the one and I
(Twelve hours from the M’)
(Twelve hours from the M’)
(Twelve hours from the M’)
(Twelve hours from the M’, bitch, I’m twelve hours from the M’)
Here come twelve
Here come twelve
Here come twelve
Excuse me, I am Foy
Conquer
Kill
Destroy
In a Bonaville
Condom filled
Yo bitch in my comments
no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
I
no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
I
reminisce
I can't believe I'm acting like this
But you know it's crazy
How I still can feel your kiss
It's been six months eight days twelve hours
Since you
Weighty waiter, come to my table
You know you got to set me free
I been waiting for at least half an hour
But you move so slowly
Got hotties I've
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