"168 Hours" lyrics
(You're so lazy)
Mm, say fuck the critics, I'm a boss
I done took loss after loss
It's hard to go back being broke when every day, you let it floss
What's a fish to a piranha?
What's a puppy to a dog?
What's a victim to a killer?
What's a baboon to King Kong?
What's life without death?
What's a bitch without stress?
What's a Glock without my 9, we hit the streets and make mess
What's me without you?
You don't know the things that I do
You don't believe me, it's cool, baby, you won't 'til it's proof
I used to picture bein' like what my mama and daddy had
'Til my daddy up and left at twelve and I miss my daddy bad
Had a lot that was on my mind, I ain't had no course that I could crash
So get the phone and hit the bros, we'll hit the shows and show our ass
Hard times, they never last
But this hard, I hope it last
I'm tryna love ya to the moon and back, but I don't wanna move too fast
I know you break, feel like some glass
You might break, I'll make ya laugh
You ignorin' the red flags, but hide your pain up with a mask
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
What's me without the bros?
What's the bros without some hoes?
What's tool without that fft?
That's like Pharrell with no clothes
We'll hit the block and make shows
We from the 9, don't throw 4s
What's bro without that cup that he won't kick? Pour some more
Tell me, what's you without your friends? They all bad, you call 'em "twin"
You duckin', dodgin' through these streets and fucked up world we livin' in
You messed with lames before, but you won't ever go do that again
You want someone that tote that fire, I hit that block, I spin that bend
So bae, what's me without my fire?
What's the number on the Gen?
We did so much to niggas, niggas think it's cool to make amends
If you don't like me, don't pretend
'Cause bae, I'm in it for the win
And I ain't sayin' that it's right, but all for you, commit a sin
See, all for you, I stand on ten
With my back against the wall
I'm leavin' shit stains on the floor, niggas makin' messes out they drawers
I'll do whatever that you want
Just say the word, they'll send a car
Put that signal in the sky, I'll hit the streets and risk it all, so you know
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
Mm, say fuck the critics, I'm a boss
I done took loss after loss
It's hard to go back being broke when every day, you let it floss
What's a fish to a piranha?
What's a puppy to a dog?
What's a victim to a killer?
What's a baboon to King Kong?
What's life without death?
What's a bitch without stress?
What's a Glock without my 9, we hit the streets and make mess
What's me without you?
You don't know the things that I do
You don't believe me, it's cool, baby, you won't 'til it's proof
I used to picture bein' like what my mama and daddy had
'Til my daddy up and left at twelve and I miss my daddy bad
Had a lot that was on my mind, I ain't had no course that I could crash
So get the phone and hit the bros, we'll hit the shows and show our ass
Hard times, they never last
But this hard, I hope it last
I'm tryna love ya to the moon and back, but I don't wanna move too fast
I know you break, feel like some glass
You might break, I'll make ya laugh
You ignorin' the red flags, but hide your pain up with a mask
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
What's me without the bros?
What's the bros without some hoes?
What's tool without that fft?
That's like Pharrell with no clothes
We'll hit the block and make shows
We from the 9, don't throw 4s
What's bro without that cup that he won't kick? Pour some more
Tell me, what's you without your friends? They all bad, you call 'em "twin"
You duckin', dodgin' through these streets and fucked up world we livin' in
You messed with lames before, but you won't ever go do that again
You want someone that tote that fire, I hit that block, I spin that bend
So bae, what's me without my fire?
What's the number on the Gen?
We did so much to niggas, niggas think it's cool to make amends
If you don't like me, don't pretend
'Cause bae, I'm in it for the win
And I ain't sayin' that it's right, but all for you, commit a sin
See, all for you, I stand on ten
With my back against the wall
I'm leavin' shit stains on the floor, niggas makin' messes out they drawers
I'll do whatever that you want
Just say the word, they'll send a car
Put that signal in the sky, I'll hit the streets and risk it all, so you know
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
Writer(s): Benjamin Joseph Hubble, Naujour Lazier Grainger, Alex Tanner, Dean Harris Hall, Londn Blue
