Lyrics:
Cleaning tables and sweeping
While waiting for 12 to hit
I'm anxious and hype
Cause my favorite artist dropping new shit
Five years since his last
gettin better
11 Turned to 12, now its 1am
Wrappin up the session gotta come again
I slide my phone up, it's bout 1:50
We gotta start busting some moves
I'm so crazy
You're so crazy
We've both got demons we're escaping
You're into the club and cocaine thing
I'm in to self deprecating
Now I'm self
run to 12 like a clock
How yo pockets fat
You don't know if the fam good or not
Been wrapping bows like I'm moving
Cant teach if wasn't a student
They
â??Dear Father in Heavenâ??.
The next day I was scheduled to begin this seminar on language. I'd been very struck by this prayer and I wanted to talk about
talking trash
They come de say the boy is fucking razz
Balogun i no de for bansofun
Come my lane when e hot shoot out by 12 noon
You know you know you know
believed it was simple
That's why i needed to work
Metaphors by the 4, 8, 12, 1, 6
One day I'm making a hit
Next day I'm making a fist
One day I'm making
if it ain't about the business[01:12.45]I don't want know i'm coming for that throne skipping lines while[01:15.01]Yall niggas waiting here watching
When I went missing
The world keeps rolling by
Things move in and out of my life
But it's set in stone
It don't move with time
Sometimes I wish
It were
to receive rather to send
Oh, I forgot you don't have a fucking brain
It was blown out by another man drove insane
I can't feel a thing
My emotions have
and that’s jus to get high
And they don’t get away i jus let em get by
And i can’t pick a bitch i can never decide
And they gone fuck cause they digging my
the rain
Tipsy cars driving by me I'm
Crowding the lane
Ohh I'm sorry i got
Lost in my brain
All of these voices
Not one of em'
Saying the same thing
the set
Till the stage catch fire
We here all night
Nah we don't get tired
Money feeling light
And I'm trying to retire
Slammed a new whip
My ass sittin by
'm making the classic Impacting and waiting, I should've just blown[00:28.12]The difference divided by 0, cold breath, leave them left in
heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for
heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for
I'm not made of stone or of steel
I slipped it beneath the wiper blades
Just a note on a windshield
When you find yourself out of things
candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin' like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin' wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck
go
Its me and my dwag my clique my folks
Making all things i fold, we just tryna reach our goals thanking god for all i know
Zoo Gvng really the CEO,
(I'm not afraid to say goodbye)
12 years of pain and hurt and scars
(To run away and leave behind)
And I don't think anyone's even listening
(The things
know by now
How it fells to be loved,
So why d'you keep me hanging here,
With this stone around my heart, dragging me down, down, down
When all I
Yea that's the gas number
I just want the neck and cash from her
On God, I been working 12 summers
You should probably have some mail for us
Say I
The places I travel, the things that I see
You're startin to get the picture how they start to juice me?
You can't compare me to want to-pimps whimps
Cause
Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle
Why God, why God do I gotta bleed?
Every stone thrown at you restin' at my feet
Why God, why God do I
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