Hours Lyrics

Yeah

(Get right to it)

Here we go again with all this "twin" shit; Listen closely

You don't know what it is to be my nig

Lil boy don't "bro" me

You think when I make it

You gone fake your way on the road with me ?

Think when you bring your girl to my show

That bitch ain't gone know me ?

As far as my love life, trust life; Hold it

Only one I want, she too turned up

What smoke ? That bitch gone blow it

"Patience is a virtue"

Yea yea, damn mama, I know it

I jumped the gun; Sometimes I romanticize for

Hours and hours

Hours and hours

You been through hell, girl I can tell, your last nigga a coward

I wanna come through and pull a TKO; Deontay Wilder

But it's 1AM and this shit ain't juice, so I'm finna send you a driver

Put in hours and hours

Hours and hours

He thought he had my trust and shit, Pinocchio how he wired

As if I know what he acting for, lil nigga this shit ain't "Power"

I'm getting rich boy fuck trying, that's what your bitch admire

Look, I promise I love Houston

But as far as all my old friends made out there, shit I outgrew em

I'm too detached; Fall back so cold, that's its like I never knew you

I'm too detached; Any bitch wanna run this back, I can't come to it

Never hard when finding a new dip

She a vibe ? Put her on payroll

Slide ? She ain't gone say no

Lie ? Not in my face hoe

She ride, down till the case closed

I can't, I can't loose my patience

I'm my own worse enemy, this life shit what I make it

I'm too picky to fuck with her, we not even on a first name basis

I am just one real ass nigga

"Million Units Sold" Creative

Open-Face it; Damn

Here we go again with all this "twin" shit; Listen closely

You don't know what it is to be my nig

Lil boy don't "bro" me

You think when I make it

You gone fake your way on the road with me ?

Think when you bring your girl to my show

That bitch ain't gone know me ?

As far as my love life, trust life; Hold it

Only one I want, she too turned up

What smoke ? That bitch gone blow it

"Patience is a virtue"

Yea yea, damn mama, I know it

I jumped the gun; Sometimes I romanticize for

Hours and hours

Hours and hours

You been through hell, girl I can tell, your last nigga a coward

I wanna come through and pull a TKO; Deontay Wilder

But it's 1AM and this shit ain't juice, so I'm finna send you a driver

Put in hours and hours

Hours and hours

He thought he had my trust and shit, Pinocchio how he wired

As if I know what he acting for, lil nigga this shit ain't "Power"

I'm getting rich boy fuck trying, that's what your bitch admire

As far as my love life, trust life; Hold it

Only one I want, she too turned up

What smoke ? That bitch gone blow it

"Patience is a virtue"

Yea yea, damn mama, I know it

I jumped the gun; Sometimes I romanticize for hours

You the one I want (Houston, we)

You the one I want, Yeah (Problem)

You the one I want, Mhmm (Houston, we)

One I want, Yeah (Problem)

One I want, Yeah