Yo first off I wanna'pologize to anybody listenin' for dropping this shit late
Homies gettin locked up
Tryna produce an EP for a one-man band hits me up a month and a half late
And I'll be married by the time you hear this
Heads 'bouta explode
Anyways no more bullshit excuses let's begin...
Grab that pen
Now it's time to begin
The story of a 9-2-0 boy with a passion
Wastin' my time might as well be a sin
Hat curled up at the end lookin like a fin
Elementary singin' on the bus could feel it in my endocrine
In the back washing dishes gotta clean out a bin
Dribbling round defenders like I'm Jeremy Lin
People always asking how the hell you get so thin
Gimme an hour... yooo an hour an hour
Gimme an hour... yooo an hour an hour
Won't spit too early cause my voice sounds hoarse
Won't sit through a mutha f*ckin' production course
Rather learn hands on without any remorse
As days go by life jus gets worse
Wishin' I could go back or put it in reverse
At the mall some lady accused me of stealin' her purse
Sometimes daughter don't nap long enough making me wanna curse
Reading Dr. Suess so you know I can kill this verse
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Back when I trick-o-treated some neighbor always gave out coke
I'm like where's the candy this some kinda joke?
Few years later my homie started to toke
Said he found it down the street from some older bloke
Gotta keep an open mind and listen to some folks
Bitch kept hittin' me up so I gave her a poke
Vodka gummies hadta sit overnight and soak
The beast is sleepin' careful don't prevoke
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Found a mic with phantom power
Doing something illegal like I'm Matt Lauer
You beatin' on yo bitch cause you a f*ckin' coward
Catchin' shit in the kitchen like I'm OJ Howard
They said he's so tall that he towered
This bud's growing bigger you could say it flowered
Usta have a lotta friends till our relationships soured
Gotta stay motivated in this world that's been scoured
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
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Yo first off I wanna'pologize to anybody listenin' for dropping this shit late
Homies gettin locked up
Tryna produce an EP for a one-man band hits me up a month and a half late
And I'll be married by the time you hear this
Heads 'bouta explode
Anyways no more bullshit excuses let's begin...
Grab that pen
Now it's time to begin
The story of a 9-2-0 boy with a passion
Wastin' my time might as well be a sin
Hat curled up at the end lookin like a fin
Elementary singin' on the bus could feel it in my endocrine
In the back washing dishes gotta clean out a bin
Dribbling round defenders like I'm Jeremy Lin
People always asking how the hell you get so thin
Gimme an hour... yooo an hour an hour
Gimme an hour... yooo an hour an hour
Won't spit too early cause my voice sounds hoarse
Won't sit through a mutha f*ckin' production course
Rather learn hands on without any remorse
As days go by life jus gets worse
Wishin' I could go back or put it in reverse
At the mall some lady accused me of stealin' her purse
Sometimes daughter don't nap long enough making me wanna curse
Reading Dr. Suess so you know I can kill this verse
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Back when I trick-o-treated some neighbor always gave out coke
I'm like where's the candy this some kinda joke?
Few years later my homie started to toke
Said he found it down the street from some older bloke
Gotta keep an open mind and listen to some folks
Bitch kept hittin' me up so I gave her a poke
Vodka gummies hadta sit overnight and soak
The beast is sleepin' careful don't prevoke
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Found a mic with phantom power
Doing something illegal like I'm Matt Lauer
You beatin' on yo bitch cause you a f*ckin' coward
Catchin' shit in the kitchen like I'm OJ Howard
They said he's so tall that he towered
This bud's growing bigger you could say it flowered
Usta have a lotta friends till our relationships soured
Gotta stay motivated in this world that's been scoured
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Homies gettin locked up
Tryna produce an EP for a one-man band hits me up a month and a half late
And I'll be married by the time you hear this
Heads 'bouta explode
Anyways no more bullshit excuses let's begin...
Grab that pen
Now it's time to begin
The story of a 9-2-0 boy with a passion
Wastin' my time might as well be a sin
Hat curled up at the end lookin like a fin
Elementary singin' on the bus could feel it in my endocrine
In the back washing dishes gotta clean out a bin
Dribbling round defenders like I'm Jeremy Lin
People always asking how the hell you get so thin
Gimme an hour... yooo an hour an hour
Gimme an hour... yooo an hour an hour
Won't spit too early cause my voice sounds hoarse
Won't sit through a mutha f*ckin' production course
Rather learn hands on without any remorse
As days go by life jus gets worse
Wishin' I could go back or put it in reverse
At the mall some lady accused me of stealin' her purse
Sometimes daughter don't nap long enough making me wanna curse
Reading Dr. Suess so you know I can kill this verse
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Back when I trick-o-treated some neighbor always gave out coke
I'm like where's the candy this some kinda joke?
Few years later my homie started to toke
Said he found it down the street from some older bloke
Gotta keep an open mind and listen to some folks
Bitch kept hittin' me up so I gave her a poke
Vodka gummies hadta sit overnight and soak
The beast is sleepin' careful don't prevoke
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Found a mic with phantom power
Doing something illegal like I'm Matt Lauer
You beatin' on yo bitch cause you a f*ckin' coward
Catchin' shit in the kitchen like I'm OJ Howard
They said he's so tall that he towered
This bud's growing bigger you could say it flowered
Usta have a lotta friends till our relationships soured
Gotta stay motivated in this world that's been scoured
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Gimme an hour... yo an hour an hour
Writer: Nicolas Smith
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