Mice City

Runnin Out Of Time

Runnin Out Of Time (feat. Tommy Richman)

@mynameisntjmack and @tommyrichmann on all socials

BUNKER/PREROLL - mynameisntjmack x Tommy Richman [prod. by john wehmeyer x myles sweeney]

Lyrics

Wonder can I fit a pistol in Rick shoes?
give me third sight E.S.P in Bristol
farm systems aint working
dont care for baby words, she keep that thang pokin'
won't call her trophy wife, just not a bad token
Ive tried to piece myself together but remain broken
tried to be louder bout my life but see im soft spoken
haven't had kids cuz we at war and see I aint Trojan
300 Spartans at ya door turn you to Josh Rosen
You See L.A could be a Blxst if you the one Chosen
highs we be microdosin
refreshing just stick ya nose in
Im thinking settle down, it might not be for me tho 
thought I had mind control on bitches turns out they Magneto
nothin forever lasts but please don't cut my time short
puzzled how depression keeps kicking down my minds fort
Jodie caught Rodney slipping
wonder if he prayed like Christians 
luck worse than Baudelaires can't stop a man on a mission
man on the move 
could go to man on the news
horny for wealth so im demanding the nudes
walked Deaths Valley til it was holes in my shoes
1k put bout 20 holes in them dudes 
and that was just a Monday
body was tan from the suns ray
noticing passing cars like im reversed on a one way
aint shit been black and white looked to the sky and its all grey
Bible On Dash on a Sunday all in the name of Gunplay
im thinking settle down but women I love are reflections
pulling a me on me my mental can't handle Inception
barely handle rejection
you don't see me calling you
all my passive aggression got you penning articles 
and me penning my pain
hitting knee spins in the rain
aint too proud to beg it aint no shame In shame
and no gain in game
tonight you might end up a stain
could call me plenty names
but never a lame

Lately

I Wanna Be On Your Mind

regista gyal w/oprah

Say The Word
Written by MiLES.
Produced by MiLES. and MALACH
Mixed and mastered by MALACH and roxxee

Say The Word

CASE STUDY 01

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Lyrics:
Watcha say?
I'm sorry baby but I'm all out of love (Watcha say?)
See I've been saving it for somebody else (Watcha say?)
Got me saying why-y-y?
Got me saying why-y-y?
Got me saying
I'm sorry baby but I'm all out of love
Watcha Say?

I hope you know it's gon' be hard to find another
Motherfucker 
A lover
Like me
It's no other
It's no other 
(Is that good? Alright bring it back)
Yeah yeah (Watcha say?)
I hope you know it's gon' be hard to find another
Motherfucker a lover
Like me
It's no other
It's no other 
Yeah
Watcha say?

You had me talking nonsense
I’m off this 
You got me talking to homies about
Missing ya 
Kissing ya 
So I placed my bets and lost my time 
I gave you my all
The times at the mall
False promises 
Listening to Mana 
And Nicki Minaj 
Was trynna be your lover 
Just another motherfucker 
Take you to meet all my family
I even told my momma 
On my brothas 
Just wanted to be your last lover love

I'm sorry baby but I'm all out of love (Watcha say?)
See I've been saving it for somebody else (Watcha say?)
Got me saying why-y-y?
Got me saying why-y-y?
Got me saying
I'm sorry baby but I'm all out of love
Watcha say?

Yeah
All outta love
I'm on a mission yeah
And I don't give a fuck about my competition yeah
And I don't give a fuck if I don't make it big
Cause' I know for a fact it ain't your fucking list

No 
Ain’t no list
Talk shit
Catch a fist
Talk shit
Whom’st you?
Z-list
Alley-oop from God
Dress like Benihana 
Make food
Loving you is my mood
Oh we matching
That’s cool
Where’s the tension?
Pressure in my dresser
Sharing each other’s lessons
Mental with intention
Perspiration on my neck  
God damn I lost you in a second
Vapid 
I got lots of methods
Drown myself in your perspective
Praying 
You the exception
Exploring your love’s prison sentence 
Dancing in my cell
Like this ain’t hell 
You Remy pulling on my hairs
Awaiting your name in my cell
Tears don’t run out 
Rivers run to oceans 
You know the tale

I'm sorry baby but I'm all out of love (Watcha say?)
See I've been saving it for somebody else (Watcha say?)
Got me saying why-y-y?
Got me saying why-y-y?
Got me saying
I'm sorry baby but I'm all out of love
Watcha say?

Lately

Wil$on

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