Verse 1:
The minutes are charged with granted -
my composure in the snow - it road and i told
- that monument - f**ing froze - from my shoes to my toes and it rose -
pa**ion corrodes -
as the tiime frames ecstatic -
i feel erratic and that permission
just f**ing 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 sh** -
i'm bringing the pain b**h -
my literal scandal -
is in the f**ing 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 a** there -
the rafts are repetitious and they are permitted
and then gated -
for the - delivery of my muthaf**ing real n***a -
my frocasy cause the b**hes panty's to stay on - probably because that b**h got schizophrenia and can't figure who her p**y was.
The time frame's are calculating in omnibus -
what the f** come and f** with us -
the stature just told me about chariots -
now that graffiti is now for the mills where they f**ing cook oats -
these fake a** 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 a** 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 f**ing sh** that get that f**ing blocking now
- the b**h throwing that sh** 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 f**ing change my mind - and k** you - 0 -
you k** us -
its apparent that the objects of bodys that we have are not appealing -
yo listen f** 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 b**h a** in a plane with the Jetsons - and not on my ma**'s your just f**ing - son-of-a-b**h articulated backwards - and not in the after effects - you stupid as sh**
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 f**ing playing -
you probably got the buzz wrong -
you are not trying too hear
what i'm saying about the buzz
threw this f**ing song.
I'll go prolong -
but i don't need you back -
how many years have i never needed your a** -
that's how my feelings are on lifetime measurements - your weight blind as sh** -
your state recline that b**h -
my state remind that b**h -
that grate just came down -
and hideously change your minds timing -
for - what - i'm only rhyming - that's the sh** 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 sh** together on educational scale process. No recess you can always stay out -
the sh** that you frown - b**h you aint nothing but your lips and cheeks - i can see the form of them about to frown - whats the f** is that on your teeth - b**h 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.