HANG TIME (prod. Spacedtime)

https://open.spotify.com/artist/6wuiSzIXiRChsfebv66h5K?si=H1ZrP0ymS36hGi89WbMM_Q

Lyrics Below

Producer: Toucon
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCeLRSQsFd1wucrSUywTnahA

Audio Engineer: Joe Remo, Grand Bay Studios
                 @Jo.eremo

Lyrics:
He was distant
He was on her mind
She needed love
He was working over time

He took a breathe yeah, called his father
He said "Son, you gotta work smarter"
Then he hung up, gave her a call, yeah
Took a deep breathe, said that he was lost, yeah

Then she hung up, she was stressed out
She sent a text 
"Keep doing your best" Ah!

She was busy
She was on his mind
Now he gets wonder bread
And she gets all the time

Listen close, yeah
What matters most, yeah
They only at the table when you get the sauce, yeah

All these thoughts, yeah
It's gonna cost, yeah
Rocket man, outer space flying saucer
Family mon, parmesan
Who's on your roster?
Keep the circle fed, al dente pasta

Jukebox let's play out this mess
I've been working so hard
And I'm doing my best
I'm gone on the express train
Right through my chest
I've been honest for too long

One more song
Out here til last call
I'm so gone, pour up our last one
Up high, raise up your glass
Jukebox, this is our last song

One more shot, yeah
Yeah, this my last song
Let's make love, yeah
Let's make it last long

Mobilize, yeah
Twist a cap off
Bottoms up, count down until we blast off

Today it's what day
Nah that ain't funny
Serotonin, and we roll into the money
Dopamine girl, she my dreamworld
Voice to text
"I love you, are you on my team girl"

She was busy
She was on his mind
Now he gets wonder bread
And she gets all the time

Listen close, yeah
What matters most, yeah
They only at the table when you get the sauce, yeah

All these thoughts, yeah
It's gonna cost, yeah
Rocket man, outer space flying saucer
Family mon, parmesan
Who's on your roster?
Keep the circle fed, al dente pasta

Jukebox let's play out this mess
I've been working so hard
And I'm doing my best
I'm gone on the express train
Right through my chest
I've been honest for too long

One more song
Out here til last call
I'm so gone, pour up our last one
Up high, raise up your glass
Jukebox, this is our last song

Jukebox

Lyrics Below

Producer: Roman RSK
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNdquS-nHh6XXIEgi1D6SxQ




In that 1942 out from 1800
When she come in for the jewels and the benja-mustard
I been datin lately, these girls stress me maybe
I should stretch relax and rubber band

Hitchu with the mood just so you can dance
I went prototype to mega man
Problemattique blast the bucket where you stand
Fuck a hook, I been trippin peter pan

Load the pot yeah I'll smoke out you a lot
Little king you won't catch him with a flock
So much smoke sleepy hollow through the fog
Lose ya head, millions are talkin glocks

I need to run away I think I need to get away
Take a major a piece and let the minor play
I take my queen in the night, count one dollar
Check ya fate, check-check 
Check check check checkmate

NYSE, see the fire, sign right by the x
Steady workin getting higher, thinkin bout my ex
God whippin out his hand and put it around my neck
Then I make two fists and pump it out my chest

You can't call the hotline when they suicide
Can't ball and not shine when you up on top
Stand tall with that smile it's all you fuckin got
Can't fall and lose mind you just left behind

You can't call the hotline when they suicide
Can't ball and not shine when you up on top
Stand tall with that smile it's all you fuckin got
Can't fall and lose mind you just left behind

Hitchu with the mood just so you can dance
I went prototype to mega man
Problemattique blast the bucket where ya stand
Fuck a hook, I been trippin peter pan

I been burning over and over again
If the little engine could I think I can
As I'm crushing down another 40 can
Only fucking with mwuah, I can't speak French

But I'll peddle as she ride the Tour de France
Out here thinking that I ain't the fucking man
Ain't no biggie, I'ma give her one more chance
If you keeping up my morals never ran

Tried to call up the hotline but I already died
Yeah he's cool yeah he's nice I'm no longer that guy
Things changed in my life that got me asking why
And that's the truth I'm hardwired showing you the light

Packed a major piece can't see me like a hideaway
Man these niggas don't know rap they let the minors play
When I see them, I'ma tell them put the mic away
And the rest are washed up, look out a tidal wave

OBE plus 426 we fin to blow up next
Steady working, getting higher thinking fuck my ex
I don't care if that was foul man I'll take the tech
Then I make two fist and pump it out my chest

You can't call the hotline when they suicide
Can't ball and not shine when you up on top
Stand tall with that smile it's all you fuckin got
Can't fall and lose mind you just left behind

You can't call the hotline when they suicide
Can't ball and not shine when you up on top
Stand tall with that smile it's all you fuckin got
Can't fall and lose mind you just left behind

Hitchu with the mood just so you can dance
I went prototype to mega man
Problemattique blast the bucket where ya stand
Fuck a hook, I been trippin peter pan

1800 (feat. Laz)

New Balance (feat. Nnnme)

Blue Dream Mix (feat. TOPPS)

Fugazi

Dreaming Many Times

Problemattique
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