The Hours

Why don't you come out
Just wasting hours to call
And say
No we're not gonna die
Thoughts evolve
Shall we kill
A lot say
Tell them lies it's hard to play
And see my chest grow
For hours and hours
And hours and safe for hours and hours
The hours and hours
And plays for hours and hours and hours

Go tell
Wasting hours to talk
And say
No we're not gonna stop
Thoughts evolve
Shall we kill
A lot say
Tell them lies it's hard play
And see my chest grow

For hours and hours
And hours and safe for hours and hours
The hours and hours
And for hours and hours and hours

Don't let them take you alive
The city knows my name, number and address
There's no where to hide!

You must all hear the merciful leader of big guns
Watching Gotti and television talk to your sons

Yeah 'least this plane is incorporated
To a sickness that will not be infiltrated
When you slip this in you'll see it's automated
Weathermen President B will be inaugurated

And when tapped in the vein
Clapped back automatic a fame snatch
Product I wanna boogie with a same plaque
Weathermen will bring the beast out of a Jukie freak
Some of these soldiers scream when they look of me

While I sit back and
Meditate on my medicated state of my rate
I can't wait to shoot Frank and loot the bank

And uh, this Automator gang oughta take out the gator
Pulling pranks' on em' things and we breezin out of your brains like

For hours and hours
And hours and safe for hours and hours
For hours and hours and hours and hours



Credits
Writer(s): Paul E. Huston, Daniel M. Nakamura, J. Meline, C. Palko, Chino Merno
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