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for a couple of hours
Man, don't sweat it, yo, we gonna catch some stuff, dude
Oh no, I'm kinda tired
Nah, we got a basket, we're gonna fill this

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I ain't wearin' na nada
I'm sittin' pretty, impatient, but I know you gotta
Put in them hours, I'mma make it hotter

kissing, well, your lips were like lemonade

I know the tears have dried
And the years go by
After all this time
You're still on my mind (some how)

take em to the after life 
Who knows where I would be if I never chose to grab a mic 


Im Up to the crack of dawn they think im  vagabond 
They can't

on a hot Summer night
The soles of these shoes after all this time I spent chasing you
It kept the AC unit in my window sill, but couldn't ever change

Hey you barely waking up
How you feeling
Hey you have you had enough
Its fun to pretend that you're here
Lying in my bed
Instead you're hours away

the freshest

love the way you look
In your stelletos and
Fishnets

After party my house
In the morning get Breakfast

Chorus

ID please
She
Push P
No R kelly

What Do You Want "Ladies"

Dream Warriors

The Master Plan

1996

been before
Bedroom floor, or in the hour for an hour
To hot to handle
To sweet to be sour
No exaggeration
I'll flip that wig
Sister, now you call

z's on a nigga time to fix your bed head, look

Good smoke comin out my nose like a toro
Draped in black vigilante like Zoro
Who you goin after nigga

Feels like running on feet of clay
I'm closer to the ground every day

The morning after
the night before
careful caution between

Visions of black

the fact I made you feel so damaged
But after all this time, my feelings haven't changed
In the mornings I, Feel like its all the same
Cause, I keep dreaming

rise
You stay on the lifeline
You stay under time
For the hour draws nearer
When all worlds collide

After all is said and done and through
We hope that

Even after sex that pussy steady drippin' (pussy steady drippin')
I told her I'd be fuckin' but she somethin' different
She like I'm cocky, too rich,

a couple hours on the couch instead
Ordered food and ate it in the house in bed
Yeah
I'm such a homebody I don't like nobody but my best friend

You looking

What Then

Charlie Louvin

Hey Daddy

1968

I could sit here in my lonely room forever count the hours that slowly tick away
I could do all this and worry over things that might have been
But

Enter at midnight The witching hour comes through the dark Beyond what we can see, his poise lies
Black candles burning Mysterious laughs with fiery

Enemy Inside, Pt. 2

Egypt Central

White Rabbit

2011

to inhale
A quick fix to clear my secrets
Eyes die alit and stop the winding second hand
It turns the hours into days
Behind the sunlight my life fades

that you miss late at night
are you overthinking every single thing 
am i on your mind

seconds turns into minutes turns into hours
without you twenty

And a whole lot of luck
A couple dashes of pepper
A tortuous night near the end of a life
A couple hours baked in the oven like a cake
Yeah, my friend, that's

the door?

You'll be back in the morning
After you've paid the florist
With whatever ain't on the bar tab
Yeah, it always goes down like that

Boy,

in a hurry, just to wait in rush hour
drink cold coffee from a styrofoam cup
sittin at my desk workin just as the sun comes up
the phones don't stop

in every strand
But setting each stitch and knitting the rows - with patterns to form a design
Takes passion and skill, the will to create - and hours

now

I'm more than okay
Happy hour tipsy on a Monday
Funny how it changes after one day
It wasn't that long ago
I was at the end of my rope
But you gave

something wrong
In a world defined by moments it's the long term
The slow burn
And i can't try to justify at all
Love, will you be here after the fall?