Текст песни 168 Hours - Toosii

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 lick the floor
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 there's proof

I used to picture love
Being like what my mama and daddy had
'Til my daddy up and left at 12
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 streets and show our hands

Hard times, they never last
But this heart, I hope it lasts
I'm tryna love ya to the moon and back
But I don't wanna move too fast
I know you fragile 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, 168 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, 168 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 hos?
What's tool without that fft?
That's like Pharrell with no clothes
We'll hit the block and make shows
We from the nine, don't throw fours
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, and 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 for the 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, 168 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, 168 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