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Clockwork
by Mawc 45
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Cold as the antartic
Told moses he can't part it
They claimn to carry the flame
Fire they can't start it
For hire, with no deposit
We die over foamposites
We fly but with no option to buy it
Its no progress
Or maybe it's slow progress
As long as the dough popping
As long as we know it'll keep coming
Its no problem
I'm probably the most tragic
But proudly will boast pass it
The kind that will throw acid
But kindly the most passive like
You niggas can't be serious
Uh
Thats why I stay mysterious
Tomorrow is not promise
But fuck it I'm no 'stradamus
I'm stuck in this race for commas
And laugh in the face of trauma
Raised by the Meanest
Demeanors who laugh at misdemeanors
Too late to pay when black cars come after ya
Matters of principality and fuck it mentalities
Mixed in with 40s and 38 calibers
9 mils for thrills shit that mag hold thirty-some
Nostalgia for the tec but that jam too worrisome
4-5 on my name shit it ain't for nothin
Hold 7 but I bet that first one ain't bluffn
Send a chill up my spine, send lead through yours
Better duck or find yourself behind layed down doors
It's crazy out here Betta ask somebody
Them boys fresh out the bing ready crash somebody
It's a cold cold world but I'm warm as fuck though
Why I wear jeans one waist size up though
Quit flashing for the cameras ya followers cut throat
Skip comin for the bag, going straight for the truckload
Cold as the antartic
Told moses he can't part it
They claimn to carry the flame
Fire they can't start it
For hire, with no deposit
We die over foamposites
We fly but with no option to buy it
Its no progress
Or maybe it's slow progress
As long as the dough popping
As long as we know it'll keep coming
Its no problem
I'm probably the most tragic
But proudly will boast pass it
The kind that will throw acid
But kindly the most passive like
You niggas can't be serious
Uh
Thats why I stay mysterious
Tomorrow is not promise
But fuck it I'm no 'stradamus
I'm stuck in this race for commas
And laugh in the face of trauma
Raised by the Meanest
Demeanors who laugh at misdemeanors
Too late to pay when black cars come after ya
Matters of principality and fuck it mentalities
Mixed in with 40s and 38 calibers
9 mils for thrills shit that mag hold thirty-some
Nostalgia for the tec but that jam too worrisome
4-5 on my name shit it ain't for nothin
Hold 7 but I bet that first one ain't bluffn
Send a chill up my spine, send lead through yours
Better duck or find yourself behind layed down doors
It's crazy out here Betta ask somebody
Them boys fresh out the bing ready crash somebody
It's a cold cold world but I'm warm as fuck though
Why I wear jeans one waist size up though
Quit flashing for the cameras ya followers cut throat
Skip comin for the bag, going straight for the truckload