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vic spencer - 22 hour day job lyrics

[intro]
you know time really against you man
so when a mother f+cker devalue your time
it make you wanna smack their ass a few times
you feel me?
you know what i’m saying
if i tell a mother f+cker i’m gonna be there at three p.m
i’m more than likely smoking weed outside at 2:30
word
you know what i’m saying
nice to meet you mother f+ckers

[verse 1]
uh
catch me in the back smoking with democrats
not hugging a rapper i ain’t into that
empty ass pockets i had [?] at the laundromat
hot as h+ll sneakers in the thermostat
grab a gat
as the shots ring that’s when i wrote a rap
choke a rapper cause his flow [?] (naw)
money won’t leave you unread for seven hours
that’s why i’d rather talk to money and an eighth of sour
take it to the face before i decide to break yours
in order to give love you got to make more (babe)
sick society maintained by collective partic+p+tion
just look at noname and that whole generation
they the ones that feel like that
i’m like a home cooked meal from scratch and milk
from keeping chicago on my back (yup)
i’m really a lonely stoner that loves the aroma
the people that’s dying is not homeowners (nope)
i wasn’t taught to be real that’s automatically infused
all the homeless leaders looking for fumes
i snap soon when they give me the room to
i gave real sustenance to consume to
i drop jams on the nation
i went across the street it wasn’t inflated (how?)
i hopped on the beat, it sound like the greatest (d+mn)
i cropped my jeans ‘cause n+gga i am wavy
you n+ggas can’t replace me
mother f+ckers steady trying to raise me
they tried too many times but them n+ggas couldn’t erase me
you come in last place all the time
n+ggas saying that they wrote my rhymes n+ggas is lying (ha)
i try to bring peace but why bring peace
but why bring peace if these people gon’ be who they be
now that bridge burnt i might as well get high
fried like dropping a big blunt on a woman’s thick thigh (baby)
fell asleep after making a rap bake in my fitted hat
stole your airpod, the p+wn shop the way to get it back
y’all been winning for a while i been sitting back
getting back on track cause the career’s unmatched
the ‘lac in the back of the crib is not mine
haters gon’ hate cause they got time
tick, tick, tick
aw sh+t
tick, tick
aw sh+t
tick, tick
aw sh+t
haters gon’ hate ‘cause they got time
aw sh+t

- vic spencer lyrics

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