Hours

Verse 1:

The minutes are charged with granted -
my composure in the snow - it road and i told
- that monument - fucking froze - from my shoes to my toes and it rose -
passion corrodes -
as the tiime frames ecstatic -
i feel erratic and that permission
just fucking threw you in the dumpsters like waste management - now the desk - of my actions -
never in same locations -
then in your decibel -
you using some strange shit -
i'm bringing the pain bitch -
my literal scandal -
is in the fucking helium with the shelter -
you too nice -
i'm to antisocial -
and it don't mean i care -
you should have some one in your life -
with-out needed my black ass there -
the rafts are repetitious and they are permitted
and then gated -
for the - delivery of my muthafucking real nigga -
my frocasy cause the bitches panty's to stay on - probably because that bitch got schizophrenia and can't figure who her pussy was.
The time frame's are calculating in omnibus -
what the fuck come and fuck with us -
the stature just told me about chariots -
now that graffiti is now for the mills where they fucking cook oats -
these fake ass gangstas out there steady writing hard - but then when a problem comes up they steady getting they cards pulled.
i'm steady getting my heart developed
so they keep my black ass in the dark room.
The stimulation is trill

Chorus:

Hours, days and minutes -
sets blocks and sentences -
earth rotation - Tv watching lobbyists -
my crime on all of the measurements -
my tocking moment like rocks in men that sold
the policy to the policy -
there is many, many hours -
the rates are like astrology calculations
my manners are in the profitable -
your insignia is pitiful -
my horology is excellently
clever-able.

Verse 2:

Impeccable breech - the in-sitting though preach
- i'm seeing the - deeds' - i'm actually speed
- the wave in the yield -
you cant actually visualize what you can't feel -
that contrition is real for the testament
of fucking shit that get that fucking blocking now
- the bitch throwing that shit in the back of me like old computer docks -
that state is sin'trality for shocks -
that game just gammon - my stage just inflammation -
my situation was located in the freezer with saturation - thats in the ridiculous -
For i fucking change my mind - and kill you - 0 -
you kill us -
its apparent that the objects of bodys that we have are not appealing -
yo listen fuck what you feeling -
that impecunious is just ready for your sets
in the please change it on me baby -
them streets lights are not changing -
so i'm running this red light - you cant realize what you can't accomplish - you in the jettisoned - you bitch ass in a plane with the Jetsons - and not on my mass's your just fucking - son-of-a-bitch articulated backwards - and not in the after effects - you stupid as shit

Chorus:

Hours, days and minutes -
sets blocks and sentences -
earth rotation - TV watching lobbyists -
my crime on all of the measurements -
my tocking moment like rocks in men that sold
the policy to the policy -
there is many, many hours -
the rates are like astrology calculations
my manners are in the profitable -
your insignia is pitiful -
my horology is excellently
clever-able.

Verse 3:

Buzz - turn that timer off - i'm fucking playing -
you probably got the buzz wrong -
you are not trying too hear
what i'm saying about the buzz
threw this fucking song.
I'll go prolong -
but i don't need you back -
how many years have i never needed your ass -
that's how my feelings are on lifetime measurements - your weight blind as shit -
your state recline that bitch -
my state remind that bitch -
that grate just came down -
and hideously change your minds timing -
for - what - i'm only rhyming - that's the shit haters use - when they never usually do the same things still - i'm coming for holographic's - cause i thought that they
were time modules - that's not all the way dumb -
when you put that shit together on educational scale process. No recess you can always stay out -
the shit that you frown - bitch you aint nothing but your lips and cheeks - i can see the form of them about to frown - whats the fuck is that on your teeth - bitch you know you wearing crowns -
i'm not coming at you wrong -
but you wanted me to get be down -
my calculations on what happened to grills is stupid.
My head piece got crowns thats just a piece of my watches - numbers are topless

Chorus:

Hours, days and minutes -
sets blocks and sentences -
earth rotation - Tv watching lobbyists -
my crime on all of the measurements -
my tocking moment like rocks in men that sold
the policy to the policy -
there is many, many hours -
the rates are like astrology calculations
my manners are in the profitable -
your insignia is pitiful -
my horology is excellently
clever-able.