paroles de chanson On the Clock - Clairmont the Second

Aye, me and my family good
No matter the money I make, my soul is still with the hood
Like my girls little bit hood, gheeze
Baddie walk by me I look
I be cheesing but don't get it
Twisted, I promise your shoes getting took, aye
All these hotels didn't cost me, traveling west coast from Weston
All of my homies are saucy, all of my lady friends sexy
Any of them could be wifey, seasonal ting don't interest me
Groupies try hard to impress me,
But groupies are not that impressive, aye
Why are you all on my testes? Why do these lames like to test me?
What is a car I'm on hella planes,
Closest you'll get is some Sky Flakes
Every black grandma had those, and my black grandma getting old
Not my black grandma time to go,
Front row in church every Sunday morning
Aye
Me and my family good
No matter the money I make, my soul is still with the hood
We always had just to get by, my parents kept me from the crooks
We on our way to stability, me and my family good

Me and my family good
No matter the money I make, my soul is still with the hood