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Hobbes - Keep the Boredom (feat. Philip) Lyrics




She led me on for about two years and I was to blind to realize it
Followed her pretty ass around the school trying to feel liked and shit
I won't say she's a bitch, cos' she's stupid as me,
As a sophomore I ran laps around girls like it was PE
I'm eatin' chicken, hair whippin' sittin' boys in the back
Don't know where I am driving but I know there's no turnin' back
I wear pink, and a smile, like sunsets, and skymiles
I'm very tired so I'm gonna go lay down for a while, I drop the mic home

Dope beats banging, Dues over due hanging
Over my head saying, You need to be something
I will see you - quarter to nine
Give or take five
Pleasure's mine, don't arrive
Without a whip in drive
Stay alive
Whatchyu doin' with all that
Free time, so do I got nothin on my mind
Just vibe
And let the time glide
Don't hide from boredom, pourin' glasses full of them good times

Runnin' out of time again (You got a problem say bye)
Runnin' out of time again (You got a problem say bye)
Runnin' out of time again (You got a problem say bye)
Runnin' out of time again (You got a problem say bye)
What the f*ck is my life, what the f*ck, what the f*ck is my life, yeah
What the f*ck is my life, what the f*ck, what the f*ck is my life, yeah
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She led me on for about two years and I was to blind to realize it
Followed her pretty ass around the school trying to feel liked and shit
I won't say she's a bitch, cos' she's stupid as me,
As a sophomore I ran laps around girls like it was PE
I'm eatin' chicken, hair whippin' sittin' boys in the back
Don't know where I am driving but I know there's no turnin' back
I wear pink, and a smile, like sunsets, and skymiles
I'm very tired so I'm gonna go lay down for a while, I drop the mic home

Dope beats banging, Dues over due hanging
Over my head saying, You need to be something
I will see you - quarter to nine
Give or take five
Pleasure's mine, don't arrive
Without a whip in drive
Stay alive
Whatchyu doin' with all that
Free time, so do I got nothin on my mind
Just vibe
And let the time glide
Don't hide from boredom, pourin' glasses full of them good times

Runnin' out of time again (You got a problem say bye)
Runnin' out of time again (You got a problem say bye)
Runnin' out of time again (You got a problem say bye)
Runnin' out of time again (You got a problem say bye)
What the f*ck is my life, what the f*ck, what the f*ck is my life, yeah
What the f*ck is my life, what the f*ck, what the f*ck is my life, yeah
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Writer: Philip Molica, Samuel Henry
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