EMan & Murovei — ASAP текст песни
That clock keeps ticking like a metronome
And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home
But my balls keep telling me to let me oh
Oh, just let me oh
That clock keeps ticking like a metronome
And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home
But my balls keep telling me to let me oh
Oh, just let me oh
That clock keeps ticking like a metronome
And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home
But my balls keep telling me to let me oh
Fuck all that shit just let me go
Ohhers and tastemakers, makers no chaser
Gets the blood flowing like a fucking pacemaker
Cut the middleman and inhale the vapors
Mad Men (ha ha) oh ten Don Drapers
Cut the jukebox on, make sure the woofers blow (blow)
We gon’ sit here until them heffers go (go)
Holler at the tens, then spend a little dough
Not on them, no, they can buy their own drinks (oh)
Shake that work week off, five days in the bucket
Fuck it, you got a boss who’s a jerk who doesn’t?
Throw on some Wu-Tang bring the mothafucking ruckus
There is no pretext we are living and we love it
On a budget nevermind, we just nudge it to the side
Give the kids a little time, we are living till we die
Focused and we hustle but we still be getting high
No exception to the rule, do what you do to get by ’cause
That clock keeps ticking like a metronome
And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home
But my balls keep telling me to let me oh
Oh, just let me oh
That clock keeps ticking like a metronome
And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home
But my balls keep telling me to let me oh
Fuck all that shit just let me go
At a house party getting jammed up
You are Tony Danza
When they ask who’s the fucking boss, put your hand up
Never put it down ’cause you’re banging to the anthem
2010 trend put the iPod on random
Wonder why I tried to play this instead of Hanson
Probably ’cause it gets the people moving like a handgun
Just like the little white fellas up in Hampden
Happy Easter from the mothafuckers living in the mansion
Yea, Freestyle Friday Number Nine. Thanks to Ratatat for letting me steal their beat, it was very kind of them, they’re nice guys. Anyway happy easter weekend I guess, I’m about to go up to Philly. I’ll tell you why I chose this beat, I was driving around, it was really sunny the other day, made me feel like it was a Sunday morning after church as a little kid, when a my pepper used to buy me and my sister slurpies!
That clock keeps ticking like a metronome
And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home
But my balls keep telling me to let me oh
Oh, just let me oh
That clock keeps ticking like a metronome
And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home
But my balls keep telling me to let me oh
Fuck all that shit just let me go
And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home
But my balls keep telling me to let me oh
Oh, just let me oh
That clock keeps ticking like a metronome
And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home
But my balls keep telling me to let me oh
Oh, just let me oh
That clock keeps ticking like a metronome
And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home
But my balls keep telling me to let me oh
Fuck all that shit just let me go
Ohhers and tastemakers, makers no chaser
Gets the blood flowing like a fucking pacemaker
Cut the middleman and inhale the vapors
Mad Men (ha ha) oh ten Don Drapers
Cut the jukebox on, make sure the woofers blow (blow)
We gon’ sit here until them heffers go (go)
Holler at the tens, then spend a little dough
Not on them, no, they can buy their own drinks (oh)
Shake that work week off, five days in the bucket
Fuck it, you got a boss who’s a jerk who doesn’t?
Throw on some Wu-Tang bring the mothafucking ruckus
There is no pretext we are living and we love it
On a budget nevermind, we just nudge it to the side
Give the kids a little time, we are living till we die
Focused and we hustle but we still be getting high
No exception to the rule, do what you do to get by ’cause
That clock keeps ticking like a metronome
And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home
But my balls keep telling me to let me oh
Oh, just let me oh
That clock keeps ticking like a metronome
And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home
But my balls keep telling me to let me oh
Fuck all that shit just let me go
At a house party getting jammed up
You are Tony Danza
When they ask who’s the fucking boss, put your hand up
Never put it down ’cause you’re banging to the anthem
2010 trend put the iPod on random
Wonder why I tried to play this instead of Hanson
Probably ’cause it gets the people moving like a handgun
Just like the little white fellas up in Hampden
Happy Easter from the mothafuckers living in the mansion
Yea, Freestyle Friday Number Nine. Thanks to Ratatat for letting me steal their beat, it was very kind of them, they’re nice guys. Anyway happy easter weekend I guess, I’m about to go up to Philly. I’ll tell you why I chose this beat, I was driving around, it was really sunny the other day, made me feel like it was a Sunday morning after church as a little kid, when a my pepper used to buy me and my sister slurpies!
That clock keeps ticking like a metronome
And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home
But my balls keep telling me to let me oh
Oh, just let me oh
That clock keeps ticking like a metronome
And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home
But my balls keep telling me to let me oh
Fuck all that shit just let me go
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