"Man Of The Hour" lyrics
At 16 I had I had it planed out
I'ma smoke my weed and put some holes in ya couch
Black ops zombies play for 24 hours
Like my girl like fried rice brown, sweet and sour
I was the man of the hour
The man of the hour
I was the man of the hour
The man of the hour hour hour
At 16 I had it all planned out
I'ma move this weed and move out my mom's house
Too much out there that I don't know now
Under street light low life's
Thrive in these crowds
Over instrumentals weed and freestyles
O how I wish I knew the things I know now
Just kids on bikes bad lives with good flowers
Can't change the channel turn the tv up louder
With each day I get a little bit colder
Girl your heart is my favorite orange soda
I can't wait till I'm a little bit older
At 18 I'll be a big bag blower
Helicopters off the yacht fuck yuh
Saki bombs and rad tatts fuck yeah
Cheech & Chong we roll 'em fat fuck yuh
This my song can't play it wrong
At 16 I had I had it planed out
I'ma smoke my weed put some holes in ya couch
Black ops zombies play for 24 hours
Like my girl like fried rice brown, sweet and sour
I was the man of the hour
The man of the hour
I was the man of the hour
The man of the hour hour hour
At 18 I thought it all pan out
But I'm losing myself and my friends to these crowds
I know ma's not the boss of me now
But I hear her voice in my head like slow down
Well if life's a dream I gotta live out now
And live out loud
So mama be proud
Cuz I know the best ways to waste my time
You see I got a voice and no it's not your style
Sleep on Mondays
Smoke on Sundays
Fuck off some days
And not feel bad
Maybe someday
I'll be one way
But yesterday it just came too fast
Who's to say that it can't all go bad
Sweet or sour this all I have
And this orange soda drink to fill my glass
So if all goes wrong I'll just play this song
At 16 I had I had it planed out
I'ma smoke my weed put some holes in ya couch
Black ops zombies play for 24 hrs
Like my girl like fried rice brown, sweet and sour
I was the man of the hour
The man of the hour
I was the man of the hour
The man of the hour hour hour
At 18 I thought it all pan out
But I'm losing myself and my friends to these crowds
I know ma's not the boss of me now
But I hear her voice in my head like slow down
Well if life's a dream I gotta live out now
And live out loud
So mama be proud
Cuz I know the best ways to waste my time
You see I got a voice and no it's not your style
I'ma smoke my weed and put some holes in ya couch
Black ops zombies play for 24 hours
Like my girl like fried rice brown, sweet and sour
I was the man of the hour
The man of the hour
I was the man of the hour
The man of the hour hour hour
At 16 I had it all planned out
I'ma move this weed and move out my mom's house
Too much out there that I don't know now
Under street light low life's
Thrive in these crowds
Over instrumentals weed and freestyles
O how I wish I knew the things I know now
Just kids on bikes bad lives with good flowers
Can't change the channel turn the tv up louder
With each day I get a little bit colder
Girl your heart is my favorite orange soda
I can't wait till I'm a little bit older
At 18 I'll be a big bag blower
Helicopters off the yacht fuck yuh
Saki bombs and rad tatts fuck yeah
Cheech & Chong we roll 'em fat fuck yuh
This my song can't play it wrong
At 16 I had I had it planed out
I'ma smoke my weed put some holes in ya couch
Black ops zombies play for 24 hours
Like my girl like fried rice brown, sweet and sour
I was the man of the hour
The man of the hour
I was the man of the hour
The man of the hour hour hour
At 18 I thought it all pan out
But I'm losing myself and my friends to these crowds
I know ma's not the boss of me now
But I hear her voice in my head like slow down
Well if life's a dream I gotta live out now
And live out loud
So mama be proud
Cuz I know the best ways to waste my time
You see I got a voice and no it's not your style
Sleep on Mondays
Smoke on Sundays
Fuck off some days
And not feel bad
Maybe someday
I'll be one way
But yesterday it just came too fast
Who's to say that it can't all go bad
Sweet or sour this all I have
And this orange soda drink to fill my glass
So if all goes wrong I'll just play this song
At 16 I had I had it planed out
I'ma smoke my weed put some holes in ya couch
Black ops zombies play for 24 hrs
Like my girl like fried rice brown, sweet and sour
I was the man of the hour
The man of the hour
I was the man of the hour
The man of the hour hour hour
At 18 I thought it all pan out
But I'm losing myself and my friends to these crowds
I know ma's not the boss of me now
But I hear her voice in my head like slow down
Well if life's a dream I gotta live out now
And live out loud
So mama be proud
Cuz I know the best ways to waste my time
You see I got a voice and no it's not your style
