After Hours (Bonus Track)
After Hours (Bonus Track)

Kenny Moss, Marco Hernandez - After Hours (Bonus Track) Lyrics

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After Hours (Bonus Track) Lyrics

Please don't go
Always falling victim to the symphonies
Always dogging on these beats
A different breed
In a dream
Someone should be pinching me
I'm serial with it
And you know
All my victims be
The people that ain't believe
And or distanced me
Body bag them
Toe tag them
And that shits for dissing me
I'm dope
Here's the evidence
Blind to shit forensics see
I hope
That irrelevance
Don't bring inconsistency
Or else I'll be caught
Feeling all distraught
Like I didn't do the murders of
Every single beat I got
Never heard of him
But you feeling like this shit is rocks
Crack you with these drums that knock
Leave you with an aftershock
See through all these faking flocks
Of birds who ain't do shit but squawk
I heard them but I didn't talk
They ain't deserve my ticking clock
Cause I'm timeless
The way I make up the rhymes
I'm priceless
I can't put a tag on my writing
I need a ride or die to make my life worth dying in
Try to play the game alone but sike try again
You'll never win
That's what they told me
But I'm just at home B
Feeling cozy
All alone but not too lonely
Finding comfort in me
Being the only person that I need to be
For nothing more than finding myself
Inside of my peace
So come and get a piece of this meat
And meet my family tree
I was given the knowledge
Got raised by the streets
And put my truth on the beat

Please don't go
Always falling victim to the symphonies
Always dogging on these beats
A different breed
In a dream
Someone should be pinching me
I'm serial with it
And you know
All my victims be
The people that ain't believe
And or distanced me
Body bag them
Toe tag them
And that shits for dissing me
I'm dope
Here's the evidence
Blind to shit forensics see
I hope
That irrelevance
Don't bring inconsistency
Or else I'll be caught
Feeling all distraught
Like I didn't do the murders of
Every single beat I got
Never heard of him
But you feeling like this shit is rocks
Crack you with these drums that knock
Leave you with an aftershock
See through all these faking flocks
Of birds who ain't do shit but squawk
I heard them but I didn't talk
They ain't deserve my ticking clock
Cause I'm timeless
The way I make up the rhymes
I'm priceless
I can't put a tag on my writing
I need a ride or die to make my life worth dying in
Try to play the game alone but sike try again
You'll never win
That's what they told me
But I'm just at home B
Feeling cozy
All alone but not too lonely
Finding comfort in me
Being the only person that I need to be
For nothing more than finding myself
Inside of my peace
So come and get a piece of this meat
And meet my family tree
I was given the knowledge
Got raised by the streets
And put my truth on the beat

Writer(s): Kennett Moss, Marco Hernandez
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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