Lyrics Timer - PrivateFuneral

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