Check the Time (feat. Lil Log)
Rhyme smooth it's so clean it's melodic
Up at two A.M. and with six beers, she went from eh to exotic
Bought me a drink, gave me the eye, and I kicked back with two words, impress me
She told me she wants a baby, had me running out like AB
Got the cough but no COVID test and I still went
Broke her back when she asked nice she was so spent
Will you pay for dinner all I got is copper, just one cent
As I dip out she told me she loved the fit
She asked me will I see you soon, nah honey, wouldn't bank on it
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Ready up fine
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Check the check the time
I don't mean to interrupt, I'm on borrowed time and can't get enough
She tried to tell me something that can't bear repeating, so it's worth deleting
Hear me out I'll spill the facts
No one saw us doing that
Here I am just looking back
Check the time for a throwback
Tryna get by only a few dollars in my wallet
Ain't no stopping til you hear that line
Back then, I was ready to shine
Track 10, Hall Of Fame, back with the guy, y'all know his name
Doin' This, doin' that
I try to change but it's all the same
Who's to blame, is it me, is it you
I try to turn the page, but I'm stuck in this rage
Running out of time, wanna cut the line
Instead I cut the lime, because it's party time
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Ready up fine
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Check the check the time
Slide in like a Big Mac
Keep it pointy like a tack
Very cool Kanye your pickle juice is in the hay
In the streets doing my yoga, hitting my licks like Joba on Boba
Drop my log like Rainbow Road but women love me as Peach does Toad
Three point one four one five nine
I find it hard to sometimes rhyme
Slobbing on fries like the Hamburglar
Cut down the 'fro so I have less fur
Goats go bahhh and Gods my will
In terms of pickles I prefer Dill
Skilled with music, swoon with recorder
Ask 'em what I'll eat I'll give 'em my order
Double triple bossy deluxe on a raft, four by four animal style
Extra shingles with a shimmy and a squeeze
Load it up tall I want a big ass pile
Light axle grease I want it to cry
Don't hold back I'm ready to die
Let me tell you I want you to burn it, and let it swim
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Ready up fine
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Check the check the time
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Ready up fine
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Check the check the time
Up at two A.M. and with six beers, she went from eh to exotic
Bought me a drink, gave me the eye, and I kicked back with two words, impress me
She told me she wants a baby, had me running out like AB
Got the cough but no COVID test and I still went
Broke her back when she asked nice she was so spent
Will you pay for dinner all I got is copper, just one cent
As I dip out she told me she loved the fit
She asked me will I see you soon, nah honey, wouldn't bank on it
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Ready up fine
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Check the check the time
I don't mean to interrupt, I'm on borrowed time and can't get enough
She tried to tell me something that can't bear repeating, so it's worth deleting
Hear me out I'll spill the facts
No one saw us doing that
Here I am just looking back
Check the time for a throwback
Tryna get by only a few dollars in my wallet
Ain't no stopping til you hear that line
Back then, I was ready to shine
Track 10, Hall Of Fame, back with the guy, y'all know his name
Doin' This, doin' that
I try to change but it's all the same
Who's to blame, is it me, is it you
I try to turn the page, but I'm stuck in this rage
Running out of time, wanna cut the line
Instead I cut the lime, because it's party time
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Ready up fine
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Check the check the time
Slide in like a Big Mac
Keep it pointy like a tack
Very cool Kanye your pickle juice is in the hay
In the streets doing my yoga, hitting my licks like Joba on Boba
Drop my log like Rainbow Road but women love me as Peach does Toad
Three point one four one five nine
I find it hard to sometimes rhyme
Slobbing on fries like the Hamburglar
Cut down the 'fro so I have less fur
Goats go bahhh and Gods my will
In terms of pickles I prefer Dill
Skilled with music, swoon with recorder
Ask 'em what I'll eat I'll give 'em my order
Double triple bossy deluxe on a raft, four by four animal style
Extra shingles with a shimmy and a squeeze
Load it up tall I want a big ass pile
Light axle grease I want it to cry
Don't hold back I'm ready to die
Let me tell you I want you to burn it, and let it swim
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Ready up fine
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Check the check the time
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Ready up fine
Check the time
Not the rhyme
Back on the grind
Check the check the time
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Writer(s): Zach Fiedler
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