| There’s just not enough time in the day
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| Not enough for me to say what I wanna say
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| There’s just not enough time in the day
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| 24 hours never been enough for me anyway
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| There’s not enough hours from the AM to PM
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| Gotta get what I need quick and dip bam
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| It’s like this and like that and like this
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| I’m cruisin' down the strip with a razor in my fist
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| I’m crawlin' up on 5th, sittin' on chrome rims
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| Spokes is pokin', pimp is focused
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| Money ain’t foldin', on silent, don’t call me
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| Get the dial tone in real life when you approach me
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| The flow is just a habit, I’m spazzin' until I wrap it up
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| Pack it in a bag, reverse back it up to the lab and I’m ghost
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| I’m the storm on the coast, I’m the sun when it’s close
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| Touch Bones and you toast
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| I’m the thorn in the rose
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| (Watch your finger)
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| Back at it, I jackhammer the competition
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| I lack manners, don’t pack glamour, forgot to mention
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| I keep a weapon in my coat
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| And on the days it ain’t cold I throw it in my sock
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| Bump it in the trunk, motherfuck trust
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| All I need is blunts, put the dope in my lungs
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| Bump it in the trunk, motherfuck trust
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| All I need is blunts, put the dope in my lungs
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| There’s just not enough time in the day
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| Not enough for me to say what I wanna say
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| There’s just not enough time in the day
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| 24 hours never been enough for me anyway |