Lyrics:
to computers
Alarm clock
Digital rooster
Save a cowboy
Bet your booster
A Gen Z
Millennial Boomer
Rotary dial
5G Zoomer
Feelin' good baby
Feelin' super
Feelin'
When I hit the studio, tryna rendezvous with her
Tell her, it's a butt-dial girl, yeah, booty-call (haha)
That's how it used to be
'Cause you
All I ever hear is the clock tick, tick, tickin'
So I'm 'bout my business
And I'm runnin', I'm runnin'
I'm runnin' with you now
They don't wanna
All I ever hear is the clock tick, tick, tickin'
So I'm 'bout my business
And I'm runnin', I'm runnin'
I'm runnin' with you now
They don't wanna
handle clock hands
Handling me
Touch me when I speed dial me down
Hold me when i break
Yokes can’t take those
But you take those
Off my shoulders
Let me
Baby I'm the cream yeah I'm the cream of the crop
Im the cream of the crop and its cream o clock yeah
Tore the door from the border every time miss
a breathe in
Find the love that we're needing
In the moments that we're seeking
Don't wanna see you leaving (yeah)
But I'll dial your number
then pick you up
If I dial it back
Will I just die in denial?
Or rap about my dire needs
Violent as facts
Potent as ricin in vials compact
Supplied to combat
New
Everybody have a bad day
Every once in a while
Move on with a smile
Got a lot of shit I can't say
Every step is a mile
Spinning round like a dial
by without it
You can't explain why you're feeling alone
Falling asleep to a dial tone
You dream about the trouble you're in
Then you pray that
One two, one two
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Yeah
I woke up, I looked up at the clock and I seen it was time
It unfolds in my eyes every
No kiss, no kiss, no kiss,
No kiss around the clock
Only French ones left in stock
You an oyster the world is not
New kiss factory on the block
o'clock, have you 8
9 days without talking, I know you got options
You know that I'm home, dial me on the phone
10 digits
10 digits
I'm what you're missing
to Dial
(Aye aye)
Ran it up so fast these niggas Like How
Lil Shawty Got Ass
That Shit Happened Fast
I’m ripping Her Gown
Smoking this Gas
This Perc On my
her at the premium rate
Tune in to on Angelina
Don't touch that dial
Don't go to bed
Don't read a book
Call up instead
Angelina takes
Rushin' through the fields and flowers
Her voice comin' through my dial
She's the one, I swear to God
Her frequency, she's got a frequency
And I caught
the rest wait to pay y'all dues
Don't trip I keep my hoes in two
[Chorus]
Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside
till the hands of the clock run out
Anothеr nightmare and it's coming through the stereo
Straight out the gate, got them bodies dropping
Ain't no grave
done an injustice
Not exactly
Turn it up
(Woah)
Uh, Daffi on ya radio dial
Stay tuned to the base, yo you know we keep it raw
The powers got your
fingers on the dial
You stole those precious moments
And the kisses from her smile
And now I'm living in these hours
Away we will while
I'm not wasting
a few athletes on speed dial
I'm tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine handles ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child
on the sensory screen
Camera curves over caved-in cop cars
Bleacher-creatures, would-be desperadoes
Clutch at plausible deniability
Don't touch that dial
to share with, be a part of you
Love ain't no good till you give it away
You got to give it away
I got to recommend some Life Insurance
Be prepared to dial
get some life insurance and be prepared to dial 911
Pay close attention to your high blood pressure
And stay away from the man with the gun
You need
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