Lyrics:
False prophets cry of doom, what are the possibilities?
I told my brother there'll be problems, times and tears for fears
But we must live each day like
really clueless
Upping all that green like where's all yo blue strips
Think it's time to hit the store and purchase some new fits
Love/hate relationship
with it
Right here with me like take your girl to work day
She right by my side
So we might leave in a hurry
I don't know the time
So imma stay for her
the least
My apartment is infested with spiders and bugs
I try to stave them off with tabs and sprays and such
It's hard to keep my place clean properly too
took your time
I took my time with you
I roll one up
You roll one up too
After the party we can smoke and ride
I got a new whip baby get inside
You see
nothin' to lose
Except for, Yesterday
I got too much time on my hands
I got too much time on my hands
I got too much time on my hands
I got too much
ones when you blink, they gone
You know the cliche time flies by when you have too much fun
Where do all these days be going
Clearer than a smoking gun
the time
We drink liquor
Beer
And wine
I'll remind ya girl you fine
I got
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much on my mind
Girl let's disappear
In a way I feel stuck
So much fake love and
The hatred
What a shame man it sucks
I don't pay that shit much
My attention stays up
Imma Heru
Nothin
we stop the hands of time
You set my soul on fire
My one desire was to love you
And think of you with pride
And keep you satisfied
Oh baby, oh
we stop the hands of time
You set my soul on fire
My one desire was to love you
And think of you with pride
And keep you satisfied
Oh baby, oh
love/hate dichotomy
My breathing’s slow and floatin’ in
The car is driven by my twin
Freeing me to drift inside
I am alone I am alone I am alone
Roadcalm
To look for fortune and fame
Starry eyed in my seaside successes
And much too sure of the game
First girl I met thereI thought I'd get there
But
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
Every fucking time
Too much, but it's never enough
Too many times you took advantage of my love
Done spent too much, wasting time I can't make up
I
much
I think this brain has thought a lot
Searching, trying to find the crutch
I think this heart has bled once too often
This time, it's bled
much
I think this brain has thought a lot
Searching, trying to find the crutch
I think this heart has bled once too often
This time, it's bled
of the teen titans
I used to have a girlfriend, but it was
Time to go
When she was trying to show
How much hate she could still taste from things that happened
controlled by ventriloquist
Hand in the ass, And you ask me how I've been?
I don't spend too much time on it
(Too much time on it)
Spend all my time on it
those lies are in my mind
I'm clouded
What becomes of time
Well time will tell
Let the words flow
From your hands
Love/hate will grow
There must be no
She gon' make sure I'm right
Get in first-line, let it take off
You made it brine then I take off
Cross me so much, I got nails in my hand
City
Pretty Mama come on take me by the hand
Wanna hear some funky Dixieland Pretty mama
Here she comes
I got you, I got you
You're the sun through my
I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I'm playing,
80 proof my liquor, 3 whole 5ths for the crew
We pour up in the night time for the ones that we lost
Black bodies with targets on ‘em, how much does it
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