"twenty four" lyrics
Taylr & DUCKWRTH Lyrics
(It's only twelve lines on my Cartier, baby)
Okay, I confess it
This bitch gonna make a brudda head spin
Sick shit, how she love it when I'm down bad
Tick, tick, she gon' be there in a second
Accept it, we always gonna come back 'round
When she get amending, seen this dick so much she could etch-a-sketch it
Eyes closed, blind fold
That's a hell of a sentiment
I hope I don't
End up dead or irrelevant
'Cause I just roll where I got to be
Probably your fault if you follow me
Stars aligning astronomy bother me
'Cause when I see them planets jiggle I got to be
Right there
Too grown to ask for an apology
Trying to give a bitch a bone
But this chick trying to collar me
Fucking with her should've known we wouldn't grow
Reaping in what we sow, oh no
I completed her prophecy
I need my time, need space
My grind, create
Refine, be great
And this lil' bitch try get in my way she want
My time, these dates
White wine, bouquets
My dimes, need bae
And man, I said all of these things to say
There's twenty-four hours in a day, uh
Why you wanna play when you come my way?
Play when you come my way
Play when you come my way
There's twenty-four hours in a day, uh
Why you wanna play when you come my way?
Play when you come my way
Play when you come my way
Pull up in the city, she really want me to tap that
Ripping off my shirt, my drawers and my snapback
Talkin' all that nasty shit, so I'ma clap back
Called her in the afternoon, she never called back
Damn
Huh
She picked the worst time to be a born-again Christian
Got a reservation at the 5-star Michelin
Even booked a tour in the motherfuckin' kitchen
Damn
Huh
You picked the worst time to wanna ghost on me
You must've been abducted by a UFO
And if so, better see your ass float on me
Extraterrestri, this ho is messy
Pulled up to the pub, she was there with my bestie
Fuck you and you and your little dog too
I ain't comin' back to London 'til the sky turn blue like
I need my time, need space
My grind, create
Refine, be great
And this lil' bitch try get in my way, she want
My time, these dates
White wine, bouquets
My dimes, need bae
And man, I said all of these things to say, okay
There's twenty-four hours in a day, uh
Why you wanna play when you come my way? (Uh-huh)
Play when you come my way (uh-huh)
Play when you come my way
There's twenty-four hours in a day, uh
Why you wanna play when you come my way? (Uh-huh, like)
Play when you come my way (uh-huh, like)
Play when you come my way
There's twenty-four hours in a day, uh
Why you wanna play when you come my way? (My way)
Play when you come my way (my way)
Play when you come my way
There's twenty-four hours in a day, uh
Why you wanna play when you come my way? (Uh-huh, like)
Play when you come my way (uh-huh, like)
Play when you come my- uh
(Please, don't waste my time)
Okay, I confess it
This bitch gonna make a brudda head spin
Sick shit, how she love it when I'm down bad
Tick, tick, she gon' be there in a second
Accept it, we always gonna come back 'round
When she get amending, seen this dick so much she could etch-a-sketch it
Eyes closed, blind fold
That's a hell of a sentiment
I hope I don't
End up dead or irrelevant
'Cause I just roll where I got to be
Probably your fault if you follow me
Stars aligning astronomy bother me
'Cause when I see them planets jiggle I got to be
Right there
Too grown to ask for an apology
Trying to give a bitch a bone
But this chick trying to collar me
Fucking with her should've known we wouldn't grow
Reaping in what we sow, oh no
I completed her prophecy
I need my time, need space
My grind, create
Refine, be great
And this lil' bitch try get in my way she want
My time, these dates
White wine, bouquets
My dimes, need bae
And man, I said all of these things to say
There's twenty-four hours in a day, uh
Why you wanna play when you come my way?
Play when you come my way
Play when you come my way
There's twenty-four hours in a day, uh
Why you wanna play when you come my way?
Play when you come my way
Play when you come my way
Pull up in the city, she really want me to tap that
Ripping off my shirt, my drawers and my snapback
Talkin' all that nasty shit, so I'ma clap back
Called her in the afternoon, she never called back
Damn
Huh
She picked the worst time to be a born-again Christian
Got a reservation at the 5-star Michelin
Even booked a tour in the motherfuckin' kitchen
Damn
Huh
You picked the worst time to wanna ghost on me
You must've been abducted by a UFO
And if so, better see your ass float on me
Extraterrestri, this ho is messy
Pulled up to the pub, she was there with my bestie
Fuck you and you and your little dog too
I ain't comin' back to London 'til the sky turn blue like
I need my time, need space
My grind, create
Refine, be great
And this lil' bitch try get in my way, she want
My time, these dates
White wine, bouquets
My dimes, need bae
And man, I said all of these things to say, okay
There's twenty-four hours in a day, uh
Why you wanna play when you come my way? (Uh-huh)
Play when you come my way (uh-huh)
Play when you come my way
There's twenty-four hours in a day, uh
Why you wanna play when you come my way? (Uh-huh, like)
Play when you come my way (uh-huh, like)
Play when you come my way
There's twenty-four hours in a day, uh
Why you wanna play when you come my way? (My way)
Play when you come my way (my way)
Play when you come my way
There's twenty-four hours in a day, uh
Why you wanna play when you come my way? (Uh-huh, like)
Play when you come my way (uh-huh, like)
Play when you come my- uh
(Please, don't waste my time)
