Lyrics:
fucking lunch tin
Throw the residue up in the fucking dustbin
Wooh look inside the dustbin you
See fucking nothing, wooh
Jammin', jammin’, jammin' like
Bob
It feels much cooler here
In this warmer air
I've got that hazy kind of laziness where nothing's happening near
And I'm awake again
It's gone 2pm
father when you don’t know anything about me
Try to convince the court that knows nothing about you that you are simply worthy of time
See thousands
"Whatcha been thinkin bout?"
Bob said : "Thats the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
(Oi! Oi! Oi!)
To pass the time
"Whatcha been thinkin bout?"
Bob said : "Thats the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
(Oi! Oi! Oi!)
To pass the time
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this
you've done
I'm by your side
And so I hung out and I was ready to meet her
At the bus station
It was raining but I didn't care about this tho'
And I
having bad thoughts
By 6PM I'm with another thot
7AM I can't feel my face
Taking all these pills hoping there not laced
But I be taking them because I'm
Fire, fire
Fire, fire
Fire, fire
Fire
Oooo
9 AM, CRC
Praise the Lord
G O D
Same pm,you'll find me
In the front, there's no seat
Say His name,
I think I like rain on Tuesday mornings
2:00 PM I' still in bed I'm snoring (Oh)
I don't feel like doing shit today
And the world don't care about me
fallen for the worst of you
And I know I've fallen for the worst
Another night goes by
Another night goes by
Another night goes by
Three pm
Wipe the sleep
She slide up in my dm
From the am to the pm
Because she seen me in a BM
She said I hope you don't feel bothered
But I want you know I want hollar
crash
You carved on my arm with your blood
(A symbol of release and relief)
I get blinded by (your memories)
I painted a picture with your lies
(Lies,
JMC you going crazy
Aye BandzOverBullshit nigga aye
Try it get the full bitch
Aye I dont like these hoes after I hit she get to cooking
This wifey
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
less on your love
But nothing seems to work with you
The time seems to slow down
Only when you’re around
When its 10pm
I miss all those times when
you
butter to the jam, so jam
Start in the PM, and end in the AM
I spit Stride flows, getting hit by the ram
I patrol control, so a fucking controller
you can count on me
Dial two seven in the AM
It's north to the Cape by the PM
Ride Uber to see him in the East End
It's sex in the city for
Nothing left to do we flying
And it’s 10pm on a Saturday night
Got the whole crew we high yeah
Got the whole crew, we vibin'
Nothing left to do we flying
nothing wrong getting satisfied
When you come into the place get satisfied
No time to waste get satisfied
Want another little taste get satisfied
When
"Whatcha been thinkin bout?"
Bob said : "Thats the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
(Oi! Oi! Oi!)
To pass the time
don't play
B-, you think you saw this basket first?
You're a- backwards like motherf- Bob and Silent Jay
Illest sh- you could think I would say
Mind's
to be driven again by form filling and boardrooms
None of that is important
Life's become simple again
With nothing to be
Nothing to do
Nothing to prove
That you are dreamin' about Texas
with the most precious gal by your side
And Bob Wills and his ol' Texas Playboys
playing every ballroom in sight
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