
Scary Hours ft. Aton Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
(Whatever you do, don't fall asleep)
Ended the summer with a AOTY
Wanted a break, they wondering why
Prolly cause all of the women that cried
End of the day they wanted to ride
My critics kept writing a lie
They narrate my life
Don't even fight
They just chill in a room
Type on computers and don't even move
I get it, but fuck it
I cannot forget the ones who raised me
Acting in debt
Leaking my album then left me for dead
They live with regret
I get it then rep
I live in your head
Only Time Will Tell
Does that ring a bell
Wanted to leave
But none of y'all want me to breathe
If I get my shot, Ima make you bleed, uh
Needing to read
Rappers these days only got greed
Do what they told
Feet get cold
Shit get old
Now you wanna make 3
Ion wanna take 3
Uh, 'nough of that
My city got my back
Ones I love, they calling me back
Ones I hate, they try and follow me back
Seeing the racks
See the attacks
Wanted to get it, they run it right back
Why y'all anger the boy
Thought it was love until they annoy
I'm needing to figure that out
I'm calling it out
I'm walking it out
I need to let go of a lot of things
I can't rearrange
People don't change
Tried to but I cannot relate
Uh, Ima delay
Fuck it, let's get it today
Just show me the way
New year, new me
Love this shit I got goin' for me
Fuck that, Ima need to do more
Ima close every door
Make sure I do all and more
This year all I need is love and fun
Both dropped albums of the summer
Had to come back for Halloween
Now I can finally dress
Had a Burberry coat in 90 degrees
I'm in the whip, shit's tinted
Hotboxing til' it get hard to breath
Porsche 911, stay minted
Choppa on blast, you gon' catch a breeze
Spent 10 G's on a sports coat (Woah)
Everyday I be on go mode
Fit 4 bitches in the 4 door
Lay 10 shots like it's slo-mo
We do the most, it get scary
Smokin' on boof, got me high like a fairy
Bitch I be farming, Little House on the Prairie
I'm bout my green, like I'm Harry
Flyin' like I'm the Green Goblin
We in the Batmobile but we Robin
She want my drip cause it always be sobbin'
Had a bad day so she giving me noggin
Pull up to the lab had to clock in
Pull up to the stu had to lock in
FN and glocks what we rockin'
Perckies and J's what we stockin'
Cruse in the Maybach, I'm catching bodies
Took me to the ring, like she Scotty 2 Hotty
She tryna kick it like she do karate
Keep it a secret, like Illuminati
Rakin' it up like I'm Gotti
Bugatti, Ducati, Ima get both
Writing Jay Phantom on all of her clothes
Only wear luxury down to my toes