We Got Hours - JT Music

Cringe Records.

2018.

Bleach Nation!

Where my tide pods at?

Oh.

There you are.

I got hours

On any kind of game

Grindin' away

I don’t have the time to waste it

On showers

I sit inside all day

I prefer online

But I do not mind campaigns

Unlock powers

I got the highest rank

I like spankin fools

Who don’t recognize my name

They’re all cowards

Now run and hide in shame

Signed on and I’m dominating my domain

I got hours

'Bout to turn thirty but I’m young in my thumbs

Pistol Pat by my side, we moved in with his mum

Got the house to ourselves, shelves stocked with hot pockets

I’m locked into my Xbox and failure’s not an option

I call my dick «microsoft" — it’s got money

Terrible customer service — but the bitches just keep on coming

I watch hot twitch chicks, I love when they stream

But I don’t donate to them, I let them donate to me

It’s so hot the way you play those games

And I find it so sexy when you wear sweatpants every day

Gucci clothes and flashy cars won’t get you anywhere

Just keep grinding the hours, till there’s no more left to share

I got hours

But who’s countin' achievements

I need that 100 percent completion

I got power

In all the clans that I’m leadin'

I got my enemies hairlines recedin'

They’re all sour

Like my breath after feedin'

On these cheeseballs never brush my teeth in the evenin'

Fuck showers

Only thing that I’m cleanin'

Is your clock, your controllers will be broken and bleedin

But not ours

Cuz we are good at the games

If that wasn’t clear, we are good at the games

I’ll say it again, we are good at the games

But fuck my mom’s caretaker, he sucks at the games

I mean his name’s Dave, what a flippin' dumb name

(whisper) Thanks for takin care of my mom, but dude you’re so lame

Can you ride your bike with no hands?

I can

I made a plan to abandon my family — I couldn’t stand 'em

I took the car, and left 'em with nothin'

He wasn’t bluffin', he dumped off his kids and took all their mini muffins

Little brats were cryin', and I was laughin'

Hop in the cruiser, dude, now our dreams can happen

Video games anytime of day

We grind away as my mother’s mind decays

But I’m okay (He's okay)

We got a lot more than cash sittin' in our bank

We got hours

It’s so hot the way you play those games

And I find it so sexy when you wear sweatpants every day

Gucci clothes and flashy cars won’t get you anywhere

Just keep grinding the hours, till there’s no more left to share

I GOT HOURS