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lirik lagu wesley yanks - nine to 5

[verse 1]
cooped in a fibre gl-ss cocoon
screaming down the microphone black wolf, full moon
phonies phoning me, believing they’re one over me
its overly dumb cos i was born with a fourth clover leaf
four sided at that and it was lying in my vicinity
patronising -sses, got they -sses on the line
i told them f-ck maturing i’ll act my age when i’m 69
till that day my eyes remain refined on outlines
animations running through my brain and it ain’t staying stationed
in my head the kid is in a bens stacking plenty papers
far beyond any one statement that is near famous
five on and i’m sure to be the next up
getting jiggy in your ears a young hue hefner
-n-lysing cartoons in the front room dressed up
eddy, ed and edd, jaw breakers being fed, to the n-ggers saving bread
and then gambling instead who, be that dude k!lling beats jiu-jitsu
spitting out lyrics like i’m speaking while i’m eating food
gulping caviar and then rapping after in the nude
star hazing got me and my half black -ss glued

[hook]
everyday
this be my nine to 5
every night
my mind alive

blessings is a stressing if your grind ain’t tight
my n-gguh thats why

[verse 2]
i heard you looking at doom since a n-gga played ‘super’
holding the dutch and taking pictures with the buda
tryna work in the lab like a smooth sheldon cooper
nights in watching ‘everygame’ bloopers envisioning
the visions, these riddems, send them like troopers
until every last viewer got a tumour
(ain’t you heard)
the kid spreading like a rumor
(thats the word)
and now the plague be hitting the late bloomers
and now the name be hitting the late cruizers
now people i’m an old soul, got the same pair of nikes 2 years old
pretty cold but the soul still ain’t sold
hold up i see these ‘jockers’ that are tryna mould
a diction that a lot of people can’t fold
i’m a prisoner of my imagination, sharing a cell with a millionaire in the making
he sooner could of been a looser and the looser could of been a mover and
moving ain’t a good thing if you trying to make a future thats
based on the beginning of being a beat abuser still sucking up information
humanised hoover like

[hook]
everyday
this be my nine to 5
every night
my mind alive
blessings is a stressing if your grind ain’t tight
my n-gguh thats why
my n-gguh thats why

[bridge]
its all the time on the grind
taking over my life all the time

(my life, my life, my life, my life)

- lirik lagu wesley yanks

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