Overpade - quarter past 12 Lyrics

I don't got the time, i walk through life like a lab rat
Falling off my longboard
And scratching where the scabs at
Niggas told me never touch my face so I gashed that
Got a couple scars from the asphalt ass flat, on the ground
I'm smoking loud I'm crazy
They like, "how did mike get so amazing?" (I don't know)
Used to hate the name
But the world is always changing
I'm halfway in the split interphasing
Fuck your timelines I'm famous
Bitches know my songs from earth to her anus
Fly to LA and gas up on the plane trip
Smoke with a Leo, bring doom like I'm Amos

God damn u broke bitches is useless
I'm a broke bitch I'm sorry must have confused it
I recognize that life is a dream, and I dream lucid
I'm a dr martin king on LSD and the cool shit
Cool whip football head in the game I use it, lose it
Eminem a goat I don't give two shits
About your stupid music opinions so keep your screws lipped
I mean, lips screwed
Fuck it I'm going acoustic (Syke)

Blue balls never got 'em ever
Cus god damn a nigga is too clever
I barely beat it no Michael Jackson
I'm ella-ella my spirit guides are handing me umbrellas
Cus the rain is heavy and I'm bout to be getting better
So play your cards right and you might get a sweater
Or even better yet even a letter
Form Paris, picture me at Coachella

Real cole world he the coldest ever
But my words so cold it puts holes in sweaters
My code name cupid cus I palm barettas
And hit you and your mans in the coldest weather
And that's the best weather
I might be a trendsetter
Hit a nigga while he sleep in his sheets
That's a bed wetter
Wet dreams got a different meaning when your chest get a
Shot and a shot and a shot like a rat in a test center (Damn)

I been working on my body now
Shawty really want me tryna add up to my body count
I'm like no way
I'm cute? yeah, u don't say
Didn't want me at my grande
But u like me at my venti
24 reasons to get out of my space
2014 I was such a disgrace
Used to hate my head like a white girl
But now I'm back in the present with the cleanest of fades

Overpade really fucking doing it
I'm hitting every kick and every snare and they losing it
They like who knew this nigga had bars, bitch I did
You just ain't realize cus you stupid bitch
Just kidding if you listening I love u
Even if you hate it imma thank you for the love dude
So I can get paid by streams
I guess gas in the tank is really fueled by dreams

Living on a cloud
Living on a living on a cloud
Living on a cloud
Living on a living on a cloud
Living on a cloud
Living on a living on a cloud
Living on a cloud
Living on a living on a cloud

This is FM. 117 on the radio
That was overpade, quarter past 12
Today's date is May 17, 2021
It's 2:06 pm on a school day
He should be in class, but we know he's not gonna show up, over

Sheesh!