9 to 5 what you thinking for
We the abominations speaking foreign
Illuminati make it four
My third eye on the vision, 'bition take it forward for
24 high on life we do no minimal
Switch it probably like a hundred more
This torment what we seeking for
My third eye on the vision, 'bition take it forward for
You already know
Puffin' cloud, nicotine on the bass
What's important, racing forward?
Let 'em be all the same
Hence the chorus, make it worse
Ditch the course, hall of fame
On my mind, only art but guillotines are in the way
You already know
Puffin' cloud, nicotine on the bass
What's important, racing forward?
Let 'em be all the same
Hence the chorus, make it worse
Ditch the course, hall of fame
A hundred years, hundred years, a hundred years, if it takes
24 high on life we do no minimal
Like an undercover playing low
This torment what we seeking for
I'm like a narco-submarine, I don't keep it ethical
Kept it forward like a rider, my twenties in the late
Due fatal in a storm, man I'm staying on the lane
And the problem suddenly, is cuz I'm being too specific
The only anomaly is looking purely monolithic
Now days go by with nicotine in the tank
The scene and the empire, middle finger to demand
It's just a pure ominous disaster I'm then bringing over
My blood in its contents, yeah I keep it 18 over
Yeah I keep it creeping low
You won't see me leave no traces
K-fxxkers tippy toe in lures and still won't even know
With the bands, like a hxxker they just keep on flipping over
While I die on the mission, hundred years if it takes
(Huh yeah)
9 to 5 what you thinking for
We the abominations speaking foreign
Illuminati make it four
My third eye on the vision, 'bition take it forward for
24 high on life we do no minimal
Switch it probably like a hundred more
This torment what we seeking for
My third eye on the vision, 'bition take it forward for
You already know
Puffin' cloud, nicotine on the bass
What's important, racing forward?
Let 'em be all the same
Hence the chorus, make it worse
Ditch the course, hall of fame
On my mind, only art but guillotines are in the way
You already know
Puffin' cloud, nicotine on the bass
What's important, racing forward?
Let 'em be all the same
Hence the chorus, make it worse
Ditch the course, hall of fame
A hundred years, hundred years, a hundred years...