Lyrics:
noon" <-- Inspectah Deck
**scratched by Kemo**
[Misfit]
Trigger happy, blazing these mics to this undoubtedly
Unanimous that we the champ, to center
Know what you want, know what you need, X.
Not just another story, not just another filler,
Not just another channel thinkin, trigger happy killer,
lap, all happy that I'm there
It's why... I'm working in a factory, 10 hours every day
In the next town over, 20 miles away
Trading time for money,
every hour still we try to save it (aight, aight, aight)
[CHORUS - Razah]
Life changes on a daily bases
Every minute every hour still we try to save
the pandemic over,
I can’t take it no-longer, baby come over!
Verse:
Remember say that we both vaccinated, baby make we X-rated, heads down foot pan shoulder.
Country music rocks the room
The band plays real loud
The dancers are there in cowboy boots,
And Stetson hats but no-one shoots
They’re just a happy
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
fuckin' stranger
You fuckin' with a Texas cowboy, I puts it down boy
You ready for the second go (You know it!)
I go two or three hours and I'm
cautious
But with the verses You would swear that I was born for the pulpit
I never spoke whats the use People judge by appearances
First black label like
Day by day (Day by day)
Every minute of the hour
Day by day (Day by day)
Every minute of the hour (Every minute of the hour)
Day by day (Day by day)
Clustered up like a cumulous
No room for the doom of the blue in us
Chewing off bits of the truth discuss
Cuss it up like an R-rated Rubeus
Hagrid
you may find peculiar
But we're sending our love to ya
(Okay, gather 'round)
Once upon a time in Happy Valley
Keightlyn, Kayleigh, Saydee all liked
siste sjans før dommedag
Siste dans så vi må få samla alle mann
Førr i nord e å slå på stortromma nå alle kan
Det happy hour og Tungtvann besørga drinka
happy at all
The clock on the wall says a quarter-to-three
I got people to see
Meet my friend Clive, start drinkin' by five
End up wishin' I weren't
a good ally
Jizmak the Gusha, his legion was described
For many hours he barked at the tribe
But then, timely, the catering arrived
Booze, drugs,
aight
Tho, I might throw
I'm rich off a Mic Hoe
My stamina's low
X-Rated is my type so
I keep the crib packed in, no telling where it might go
Living
Three whole pies in nines
Sandwich bags, spend the hour zippin' (ah)
Cowboy spin in the dinger
See no one, spend an hour with it (with it)
Think we
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Happy late father's day
It's like ten o' clock, I'm headed home, I did a lot today
I ain't tryna fight, not in the mood, I told her not today
culminate with a five-hour battery
Of tests, performed by four separate disciplined PhDs, had begun
Eventual Diagnosis Autism
Even though her maternal
was described
For many hours he barked at the tribe
But then, timely, the catering arrived
Booze, drugs, food, 400 mule loads high
Flattus Maximus this
her head under
The water please for
An hour, for groveling and spewing and various offenses, puncture the
Bloat with the wing
Of a sparrow,
for an hour, for groveling and spewing and various offenses, puncture the bloat with the wing of a sparrow, the inverse, the obverse, the converse,the
We donÂ't give a fuck, probably never will
We donÂ't give a fuck, give a fuck fer real!
First off let me a say a lil something
My name is Daddy-X from
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