We can be so in love You know every second adds up to a minute Need 10,000 hours Let the clock go around Why you always take so long to call me? Know I gotta wake up in the mornin' Don't stop, I'm counting them up Run the clock, I be counting them up

Got my other nina, damn On the block with all my chains on On the block with all my rings on On her face Neutrogena, ay Bad bitch look Latina, ay Got my nina, damn This a fly trap nigga theme song Monster's gon' tear it up On her face Neutrogena, damn

If only he knew Just stand up and scream The tainted clock is counting down You gave in to me Would you say the nights are far too long now If only he knew about the world without the bullshit and the lies We could've saved him They could've saved me

I'm in a mental cage, I'm locked up Imprisoned I live, Deathlike, sickening Strong is your hold On my resignation I don't see the stars, My memories are veiled In fluid dreams

Every real nigga need a down bitch Every real nigga need a down bitch (down) Tryna build a family, need somebody I can do it wit' She gon' up the Glock for me that's my down bitch She gon' send them shots for me that's my down bitch Now I'm back up on

I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds

I won't let go of you Now I've got you in my space Got you shackled in my embrace I feel we're close enough I think we're close enough I'm latching on to you I wanna lock in your love You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down You, you enchant me

Oh oh oh, oh oh I wear these heavy chains around my neck like a prisoner Loosen up my chains, or I'm a condemned prisoner Oh I, I tried so hard to change But the devil locked my door I just wanna love But he won't let me go If I'm underneath the table

I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds

It's 5 o'clock in the morning Conversation got boring And I was hoping you would creep in You said you're goin' to bed soon And I thought I'd just wait there Until I heard you come up the stairs So I snuck off to your bedroom (It's 5 o'clock in the