Cukoo Clock Lyrics

Been through hard times

Probably face a couple more

Cause lying down in weakness

It ain't ever opened doors

This rap shit got me tweaking

Got me talking to the lord

And I ain't ever been to church

I ain't ever stayed my course

Well shit I held this lane

Since a boilermaker

Don't really want no fame

Just love this rap and need some paper

Been weak and I'm to blame

Digging deeper in my crater

Yo I just saw that you rang

I'm on my grind I'll call you later

They tell me keep on pushing

But what I'm pushing toward

These bars ain't buy a house

Won't even buy some baby food

Won't buy my girl a ring

Not one that she deserve

How these rappers buying bling

They second hustle must be good

I say that I'm great

My homies say it too

But sugar ain't so sweet

When it's all they giving you

If I'm really Mike

Id probably have a bit more cash

I ain't the hanging type

Unless you koty or my dad

It's kinda sad

Is what they tell me

But I be swimming

For a Phelps dream

Help me

Nah you can't at least

That's what my ego yelling

Kinda telling

As I'm walking

That man think he big as dolph is

He think he worth the dolphins

But his pockets small as paw prints

From a prawns prick

I done lost it

Make a track about cookoo clocks

Cause I keep talking ( tokking)

Having all these poof poof thoughts

And then they gone quick

I might have to shut up shop

But then I'm nothing

Been through hard times

Probably face a couple more

Cause lying down in weakness

It ain't ever opened doors

This rap shit got me tweaking

Got me talking to the lord

And I ain't ever been to church

I ain't ever stayed my course

Well shit I held this lane

Since a boilermaker

Don't really want no fame

Just love this rap and need some paper

Been weak and I'm to blame

Digging deeper in my crater

Yo I just saw that you rang

I'm on my grind I'll call you later

I had this homie Sean

He hit me up the other day

Playing all my songs

Saying how I'm great

Back in second grade

He like the only friend I had

And I thought he was dopest

He taught me how to be man

Taught me how to juke

And how to ride a bike

Told me if they mess with me

Toss em a left and then a right

Taught me how to hoop

And I was trash as one can be

Now everytime I ball

Folks they want me on they team

Now a shoutout to my fam

They taught me love and loyalty

And how to put in work

Until the sun went into sleep

So now I work like I make B's

Ain't even scratch an M

Ain't even touch a hundred thou

I hope I can before this end

Recently I've had my doubts

I'm trying to ignore em

The mind is powerful

So I just focus on my omens

Rap from gulf to gulf

Til I'm golfing with T Owen's

Im bout to salt the earth

So I'm the only one that's growing

Been through hard times

Probably face a couple more

Cause lying down in weakness

It ain't ever opened doors

This rap shit got me tweaking

Got me talking to the lord

And I ain't ever been to church

I ain't ever stayed my course

Well shit I held this lane

Since a boilermaker

Don't really want no fame

Just love this rap and need some paper

Been weak and I'm to blame

Digging deeper in my crater

Yo I just saw that you rang

I'm on my grind I'll call you later