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theycallmejeff - tick tock lyrics

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[intro]
haha
yuh (yeah)
yuh, uh (of course)
(jeff, what the f+ck are you doing?)
yuh (yeah)
had to get the
f+ckin’ undertale sample on y’all n+ggas real quick (f+ckin’ records, all y’all dig it, haha, yuh)

[chorus]
tick tick, tock tock goes the sound of the clock
on my wall, too much time on my hands (yeah, yeah)
check the hands on my wristw+tch, guess what?
i’m blowing gas, time for a pit stop
get it out the ziploc
[verse 1]
with some friends online, we get high
smirk go seconds and a blunt just to pass time
ass nine, that’s a favorite of mine, earn prime
from my mind, ay quiet, my grams on your line
both got me chillin’ like ice cubеs on friday (ew)
twenty gs, keepin’ one on it
i can break this sh+t down in likе five ways
on my sh+t to the test, the results are high+grade
eatin’ beats, bye hundred edible
edible, leader amazed, think it posted in
on the block, as a live up, oh (oh, not no sh+t)
oh sh+t, sorry, guess stole ’til you was f+ckin’ with who?
me, pass bull pool, it’s cool, dude (it’s cool)
take that challenge, ice bucket
you’ll see i’m too cool with the f+ckin’ school
teach you how to get rid of n+ggas (the f+ck?)
and give ’em the blues

[interlude]
yuh, uh+huh
(uh) uh (yeah)

[verse 2]
this ain’t a free lesson, n+gga pay that tuition
don’t forget what you learned, ’cause n+gga i am quizzin’ (listen up)
wee bred n+gga, i need an intermission
cj’s tryna cj, big smoke, yeah i’m on a mission
(ohhh) figured out how i’m in the sky, how gravity
with my missin’ socks, like every blunt stuffed
guess it’s thanksgiving, on the course like pilgrims
the stay in the clouds like religion (i’m up, uh+huh)
in the sky like a pigeon, higher than god
now i know i’m sinnin’ (yeah)
yeah (uh)
uh (of course)
uh, uh
[chorus]
tick tock goes the sound of the clock
on my wall, too much time on my hands
check the hands on my wristw+tch, guess what?
i’m blowing gas, time for a pit stop
get it out the ziploc
tick tock goes the sound of the clock
on my wall, too much time on my hands
check the hands on my wristw+tch, (of course) guess what?
i’m blowing gas, time for a pit stop
get it out the ziploc (uh+huh)



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