Infidelity, Claire Dyer, Kyle Hugdahl, Suppa Mang - The Glass Hour Lyrics

Walking around in moccasins
Think I started apocalypse
Goblet is lit the flame I say
Dub C's in the pocket
Eyes are popping out of my socket
See me out and I rock it
Shocker such a mocker
Locker and the fuckin mob are going

Wheres the devil? There's no time. There's the devil! There's no time

As the weather's getting warmer and we are getting older
Can't you come a little bit closer

Charging like rams
Wanna buck me
All ya'll bitches out here wanna fuck me bitch

Now I see you without your girl
Now I see you without her, what happened? What happened

Knocking and ya dropping hopping like a fucking rabbit
Creating chaos from a seance
Way up in the rennisance
May I not
Fatal shot
Ink blots
Losing my mind losing the time
I think I found who was riddled with all the fucking lies

Without you girl, I don't know what I would do without you girl
It's the glass hour

Pop cet
Trip back
N***a's with the hitset
Poppity siggity wiggity wack
Chilling my n***a's we making a bet
Fucking around and we getting her wet
Fucking around with these motherfucking ops
Pullin' up four in the glock, aye
Bitches on me and they sucking my cock, bitch

Now I see you without your girl
Now I see you without her, what happened? What happened

I like nachos, wait! ice cream gelato
I'm the offspring of two people playing spin the bottle, I
Wanna be like him so his ambitions I follow, I
Wanna get dome, let me ask you spit or swallow
Boys choking, when he got asthma and pneumonia
Uh oh! Baby's gone into a coma
Sewn up, that fleece coat on the hook
I book better than a nook shook
In an Ice berg lettuce in a Caesar salad bitch