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
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
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
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
years old
At twelve he was beating sport cars in trucks
Left for the city his friends wished him luck
Starved but he drove and he learned even more
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
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
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
(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
from way out there bitch not inside
You're nothing to me you're really sad
Had me then but now I'm back
Right in the Sebring what you bringing
Nothing
no way of telling
When you call in ahead on the weekends
There's no excuse I won't be there!
There's a man preaching in the backstreet
It took an hour
block fares
we run it.
C- Breeze 4 deep Sebring. New rides due time.
Sleep on mine like a symphony on a futon.
Boy it's futile.
Too foul I'm
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
reminisce
I can't believe I'm acting like this
Oh it's crazy
How I still can feel your kiss
It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours since you ran
the choppers (we tuckin' the choppers, huh)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours (twenty-four hours)
Too much money and power
around
At twelve twenty-eight
The train was calmer than before
Didn't have to rush to the door
But I had to hoping I'd see you once more
I enter with
but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Trailers for sale or rent,
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