Timer Lyrics

Uh

People going crazy over crack rock

When I pass the block

Pull up on the blacktop, they don't pass the rock

Thinking I'm a buzzer beater, Imma pass the clock

Hit em' with a one-two like padlocks

Uh, they just put a timer on my table in the warehouse

I think Imma work around the clock

Time is of the essence when dependent on my presence, and I'm there

So I can afford a bag of socks

My dad and mom have told me that I need to keep up with the clothes I own

I keep two pairs of socks on top of all my briefs

When I throw them in the dryer they just vanish

Always tryna frame me, then I pan it

Seems that people never understand

It's hard to keep up with the world around me when I'm tryna live up to astounding expectations

I've been growing patience like a hospital

I'm tryna get some stages

Put me on some pages like a missing poster missing kids with innocence

Emo posers

You cut your wrists for clicks

Wasting dough on Ricks

We know Vans got grip

But if you ain't know vans you probably won't be missing

Ah, your forehead won't be kissed