Yo Honcho
I've been this emo rap thing the last two joints man
Time to get some shit off my chest
Clock strikes 12
It's time to count down
Yo
If time's all we have... it's a social construct
Sometimes you need down time, sometimes our times up
Every second counts because it's formulaic
But it's easier to think before I speak than to say it
Dark clouds keep my head in a dark place
Until my explosions build up like an arms race
I guess death inherently keeps you moving
Even though my grandpas dead... I still wonder how he's doing
The heart dies but time is limitless
We try increments but no one knows what that minute is
I guess death is certain, I read the pamphlets
We all live and die under different circumstances
I've tried to cope but it's easy when I'm arrogant
Blaming myself, when there's no way to prepare for this
Dead at 85...I hope I get the same length of time
But I'll probably die due to carelessness
Everyone says, "I'm sorry for your loss"
But there's so much to gain, can't hold back the pain
The clock strikes 12, midnight dwindles
"Life's a bitch, and than you die..." it's just that simple
One last breath, two parents by your side
Three eras of law, four if my brother tries
Category fives, six feet under
Happy hour by 7 but you're my 8th wonder
Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10
The eleventh hour, I'll never see you again
I'm midnight mooring, it's time to tell time
24 hours a day, 12 reasons to die
I watched my grandpa speak French with my Grandma Alice
He had a strong grip even when his hands were calloused
One kidney, surgical bypasses
He never went to church... I always thought he was Catholic
He taught my dad to be more patient
Sometimes you don't have to say much to have a conversation
Never spoke out of turn... I remember still
"Mill Bingo is my bag" became "Bingo is my bag Mill"
Favorite ice cream - "no f*cking strawberry"
Belly by Dunkin' Donuts filled with that rasp-jelly
Loved watching tv...got lost in the glare
I'm surprised the grim reaper got him out of his chair
Still a lot to gain, can't hold back the pain
Whether I'm Owen DRENT... Claude's still my middle name
The clock strikes 12, it's time to go to sleep
Au revoir Claude Lefebvre... may you Rest In Peace
One last breath, two parents by your side
Three eras of law, four if my brother tries
Category fives, six feet under
Happy hour by 7 but you're my 8th wonder
Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10
The eleventh hour, I'll never see you again
I'm midnight mooring, it's time to tell time
24 hours a day, 12 reasons to die
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Yo Honcho
I've been this emo rap thing the last two joints man
Time to get some shit off my chest
Clock strikes 12
It's time to count down
Yo
If time's all we have... it's a social construct
Sometimes you need down time, sometimes our times up
Every second counts because it's formulaic
But it's easier to think before I speak than to say it
Dark clouds keep my head in a dark place
Until my explosions build up like an arms race
I guess death inherently keeps you moving
Even though my grandpas dead... I still wonder how he's doing
The heart dies but time is limitless
We try increments but no one knows what that minute is
I guess death is certain, I read the pamphlets
We all live and die under different circumstances
I've tried to cope but it's easy when I'm arrogant
Blaming myself, when there's no way to prepare for this
Dead at 85...I hope I get the same length of time
But I'll probably die due to carelessness
Everyone says, "I'm sorry for your loss"
But there's so much to gain, can't hold back the pain
The clock strikes 12, midnight dwindles
"Life's a bitch, and than you die..." it's just that simple
One last breath, two parents by your side
Three eras of law, four if my brother tries
Category fives, six feet under
Happy hour by 7 but you're my 8th wonder
Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10
The eleventh hour, I'll never see you again
I'm midnight mooring, it's time to tell time
24 hours a day, 12 reasons to die
I watched my grandpa speak French with my Grandma Alice
He had a strong grip even when his hands were calloused
One kidney, surgical bypasses
He never went to church... I always thought he was Catholic
He taught my dad to be more patient
Sometimes you don't have to say much to have a conversation
Never spoke out of turn... I remember still
"Mill Bingo is my bag" became "Bingo is my bag Mill"
Favorite ice cream - "no f*cking strawberry"
Belly by Dunkin' Donuts filled with that rasp-jelly
Loved watching tv...got lost in the glare
I'm surprised the grim reaper got him out of his chair
Still a lot to gain, can't hold back the pain
Whether I'm Owen DRENT... Claude's still my middle name
The clock strikes 12, it's time to go to sleep
Au revoir Claude Lefebvre... may you Rest In Peace
One last breath, two parents by your side
Three eras of law, four if my brother tries
Category fives, six feet under
Happy hour by 7 but you're my 8th wonder
Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10
The eleventh hour, I'll never see you again
I'm midnight mooring, it's time to tell time
24 hours a day, 12 reasons to die
I've been this emo rap thing the last two joints man
Time to get some shit off my chest
Clock strikes 12
It's time to count down
Yo
If time's all we have... it's a social construct
Sometimes you need down time, sometimes our times up
Every second counts because it's formulaic
But it's easier to think before I speak than to say it
Dark clouds keep my head in a dark place
Until my explosions build up like an arms race
I guess death inherently keeps you moving
Even though my grandpas dead... I still wonder how he's doing
The heart dies but time is limitless
We try increments but no one knows what that minute is
I guess death is certain, I read the pamphlets
We all live and die under different circumstances
I've tried to cope but it's easy when I'm arrogant
Blaming myself, when there's no way to prepare for this
Dead at 85...I hope I get the same length of time
But I'll probably die due to carelessness
Everyone says, "I'm sorry for your loss"
But there's so much to gain, can't hold back the pain
The clock strikes 12, midnight dwindles
"Life's a bitch, and than you die..." it's just that simple
One last breath, two parents by your side
Three eras of law, four if my brother tries
Category fives, six feet under
Happy hour by 7 but you're my 8th wonder
Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10
The eleventh hour, I'll never see you again
I'm midnight mooring, it's time to tell time
24 hours a day, 12 reasons to die
I watched my grandpa speak French with my Grandma Alice
He had a strong grip even when his hands were calloused
One kidney, surgical bypasses
He never went to church... I always thought he was Catholic
He taught my dad to be more patient
Sometimes you don't have to say much to have a conversation
Never spoke out of turn... I remember still
"Mill Bingo is my bag" became "Bingo is my bag Mill"
Favorite ice cream - "no f*cking strawberry"
Belly by Dunkin' Donuts filled with that rasp-jelly
Loved watching tv...got lost in the glare
I'm surprised the grim reaper got him out of his chair
Still a lot to gain, can't hold back the pain
Whether I'm Owen DRENT... Claude's still my middle name
The clock strikes 12, it's time to go to sleep
Au revoir Claude Lefebvre... may you Rest In Peace
One last breath, two parents by your side
Three eras of law, four if my brother tries
Category fives, six feet under
Happy hour by 7 but you're my 8th wonder
Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10
The eleventh hour, I'll never see you again
I'm midnight mooring, it's time to tell time
24 hours a day, 12 reasons to die
Writer: Owen Lefebvre
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid