The Glass Hour (feat. Kyle Hugdahl, Suppa Mang)

Walking around in moccasins Think I started apocalypse Goblet is lit the flame I say Dub C's in the pocket Eyes are popping out of my socket See me out and I rock it Shocker such a mocker Locker and the fuckin mob are going Wheres the devil? There's no time. There's the devil! There's no time As the weather's getting warmer and we are getting older Can't you come a little bit closer Charging like rams Wanna buck me All ya'll bitches out here wanna f*ck me bitch Now I see you without your girl Now I see you without her, what happened? What happened Knocking and ya dropping hopping like a fucking rabbit Creating chaos from a seance Way up in the rennisance May I not Fatal shot Ink blots Losing my mind losing the time I think I found who was riddled with all the fucking lies Without you girl, I don't know what I would do without you girl It's the glass hour Pop cet Trip back N***a's with the hitset Poppity siggity wiggity wack Chilling my n***a's we making a bet Fucking around and we getting her wet Fucking around with these motherfucking ops Pullin' up four in the glock, aye Bitches on me and they sucking my cock, bitch Now I see you without your girl Now I see you without her, what happened? What happened I like nachos, wait! ice cream gelato I'm the offspring of two people playing spin the bottle, I Wanna be like him so his ambitions I follow, I Wanna get dome, let me ask you spit or swallow Boys choking, when he got asthma and pneumonia Uh oh! Baby's gone into a coma Sewn up, that fleece coat on the hook I book better than a nook shook In an Ice berg lettuce in a Caesar salad bitch