DJ Mustard All About You

[TeeFlii:]

I know everywhere you tatted

Lemme see you get active

I’m gon’ fuck you ’til you love me in a ski mask

In and out, just like a robbery

It’s all about you

All about you

It’s all about you

All about you

It’s all about you

All about you

It’s all about you

[Choice:]

Gotta take the R out of free if you talkin’ ’bout me

I do it all for the fee, you’re Cindy Crawford to me

I done see Rihanna, Ciara, better then all [?]

And you regular too, you come from a part of the streets

Seen relationship problems, bitches fakin’ they got ’em

Niggas be fakin’ they don’t, good thing we know who we know

If Noah’s animals keep sinkin’ the boat

I’ma fly away with my unicorn with a booty like you do porn

And you’da sworn it’s too big, unless your body too small for you

Threw it back, like I bought it too small for you

All hoes badmouth, what you gon’ tell ’em?

Got to treat you bad, to learn to treat me better

[TeeFlii:]

I know everywhere you tatted

Lemme see you get active

I’m gon’ fuck you ’til you love me in a ski mask

In and out, just like a robbery

It’s all about you

All about you

It’s all about you

All about you

It’s all about you

All about you

It’s all about you

[Casey Veggies:]

Every other city we go

All these girls get choose

But one thing I know

I never love these hoes

[Casey Veggies:]

Lil mama, it’s all about you

We fuck the city up, ridin’ in the coupé

She say she with me for the long run

Like she ain’t in it for the fame or just for the fun

She so suspicious, wondering if it’s live I’m spittin’

I told her no, baby, get used to this life that I’m livin’

I did some things that I ain’t really mean

I promised you that I would change, girl, you a queen

[TeeFlii:]

I know everywhere you tatted

Lemme see you get active

I’m gon’ fuck you ’til you love me in a ski mask

In and out, just like a robbery

It’s all about you

All about you

It’s all about you

All about you

It’s all about you

All about you

It’s all about you

I know everywhere you tatted

Lemme see you get active

I’m gon’ fuck you ’til you love me in a ski mask

In and out, just like a robbery

It’s all about you

All about you

It’s all about you

All about you

It’s all about you

All about you

It’s all about you

DJ Mustard Burn Rubber

[Hook:]

I tell her: burn rubber on a fuck nigga

Old pussy-ass niggas, no luck for ’em

Got a hundred on bottles, club fuck with him

Keep dimes on lock, no ducks with him

He got – bad bitches, only bad bitches

Only eat her out at my table

We like: “fuck niggas – fuck pussy niggas”

Niggas mad they ain’t able

[Verse 1:]

I’m in the grey Bentley, doin’ like a buck fifty

Ten thousand, lookin’ like a buck fifty

When the song come on, do the ratchet

Keep rubber bands popping, no practice

Got mollies on mollies, she actin’

But I only fuck with models and actresses

Fuck niggas – fuck, fuck niggas

We gettin’ money, we don’t fuck with you niggas

I’m like – burn rubber on a fake bitch

Your weave ain’t right, you a snake bitch

When the song come on, they gon’ hate this

Tell the DJ: “now bitch, play this”

I’m in the drop-top Maserati with the skirt on the skirt

Lookin’ like a G, I put that on the turf

For whatever it’s worth, niggas soft as Nerf

And if you ain’t gettin’ money, better go to church

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

I’m like: “fuck niggas – fuck pussy niggas”

Pussies catch feelings, I don’t trust pussy niggas

Yuck, bitch… youse a dumb bitch

You the type of nigga see a trap thick and duck, bitch

Got a cousin that’s rolling, got a bitch in the Hoover’s

My big titty bitch give me free wings from Hooters

I got Porsches that got horses

Got the plugs on drugs, nigga, who needs sources?

And I don’t like the way you niggas act

And I don’t like the way you niggas rap

And I don’t like the way you say you niggas trap

But it take a year to pair a nigga back

And I could put that on everything

VVS diamond jewels, I’ll put that on everything

I could put that on everything

I’m from where gangbangin’s not an option

He asked me where I’m from, I told him

“Nigga, I’m from Bompton”

[Bridge:]

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga

Nigga – vigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga

Nigga, nigga I’m from Bompton

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

I’m in a Greystone on a Sunday

And when your boy hit the club, bet they know money

YSL with the motherfuckin’ Rollie

And if your girl wanna fuck, better show me

Twenty-deep with the motherfuckin’ homies

Got Colony jumpin’ on a Monday

Got Supper Club goin’ on a Tuesday

I’ll fuck a basketball wife with a booty

I might wife the bitch with a few gifts

Know some Hollywood bitches who can suck dick

And if you put ’em on tape, they’ll love it

Fucked a couple big stars, I don’t judge it

I’m nasty, I’ll kiss her in public

To keep it real, on God, I don’t trust it

I’m just thuggin’ – no lovin’

No roses, just fuck, fuckin’

(We like: “fuck niggas – fuck pussy niggas”)

(We like: “fuck niggas – fuck pussy niggas”)

[Hook]

DJ Mustard Bounce That

[Intro:]

Yeah

Spit this is

High!

Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Verse 1:]

Oh I love to fuck a bitch

Blame Mustard if you met a nigga rich

See I’m a asshole, got hundreds with me like a block crib

Don’t talk to me if you ain’t got shit

Could you not stick with the politic?

And girl fuck the nigga that you came with

‘Cause really he a bitch in every language

Young nigga ballin OD one

You ain’t hot, you gon beat one

Alright chop

Look, got em textin and he needs some

She in this threesome, call er round threesome

Please come show it, late night like a re-run

3 blunts, 2 black ants in the C grill

Drink it, cuff the private like it’s throw you baby

Race ain’t no discrimination, bitch my favorite color naked

Cold is fadement out on niggas, I’m a cross this so I’m blinkin

We ain’t fuckin, I won’t even make a statement

Bitch you know where to take it

[Hook:]

To the ground type shit

I just wanna see it in yo mouth right quick

Some chance I need a wife and my account that thick

How much money you throwin up for a house that sick?

I go – bitch, bounce that shit

Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit

I go – bitch, bounce that shit

Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit

Let’s go

[Verse 2:]

Lil bitch, tell me how that taste

Never here without a rubber, mama that ain’t safe

Hey, real nigga, baby ain’t shit fake

I don’t know about them other niggas, we bout cake, wait

Money long but I still through it

I’m a Inglewood nigga, bitch you know how we do it

Bout cheese, gwap, yeaber, scrilla

Call me Skeme, call me quicker than a bad bitch killer

Girl you a intern, know you with the business

A hoe her house white, tell me what’s the difference

She never seen a young nigga makin livin

Ridin whips fatter than he ain’t getting

Yea, if we don’t grind we don’t eat though

Them girls love me from the valley down to pico

If she bad then she gon let a nigga see some

If she suck it then I might have to eat some

[Hook:]

To the ground type shit

I just wanna see it in yo mouth right quick

Some chance I need a wife and my account that thick

How much money you throwin up for a house that sick?

I go – bitch, bounce that shit

Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit

I go – bitch, bounce that shit

Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit

Let’s go

[Verse 3:]

I got hoes in my catalogue

Town nigga bang to they heavy car

Uh cash out, they’re my favorite words

Kill up on a bitch, I don’t say a word

I hit the mall then my nigga splurge

Ride up on yo bitch, she got a lot of courage

Hit the purp, hit the purp nigga

She got big doors, she go to work nigga

Wobiddy wobiddy, drop drop it like it’s hot

Then take it to the top and make that pussy pop

It’s young green, you know I got a thing for thick bitches

You know I got a thing for big nuts, my name Richards

Drop it low then shake it like a seizure

I hit it, make er stay, catch amnesia

Ballin, young nigga movement

Got yo bitch choosin, bouncing all stupid

Like

[Hook: x2]

To the ground type shit

I just wanna see it in yo mouth right quick

Some chance I need a wife and my account that thick

How much money you throwin up for a house that sick?

I go – bitch, bounce that shit

Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit

I go – bitch, bounce that shit

Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit

Let’s go

DJ Mustard Been A Long Time

[Hook – YG:]

It’s been a long time, a time I shouldn’t left you

Without a Mustard beat to step to

Flex to, let loose, finesse to

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, bang your set too

It’s been a long time, a time I shouldn’t left you

Without a Mustard beat to step to

Flex to, let loose, finesse to

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, bang your set too

[Verse 1 – YG:]

Aw damn, no they didn’t

Three Musketeers back together and they winning

And they getting too much money

Them turnt niggas rich then the crew must love me

4Hunnid chain by the tummy

Skinny jeans, thing hang by the tummy

Don’t underestimate me buddy

This 4 pound bark I had to tell it hush puppy

You chasing ghosts like Pac-Man

We chasing being rich ass black men

I got dough but I gotta keep this dough coming

I don’t rock designer, I design 4Hunnid

I must be an entrepreneur or something

Gotta fuck your bitch, playing, always tryna pursue something

Me and Ty was bool, me and Mustard fell off

But now we picking up where we left off

[Hook – YG:]

It’s been a long time, a time I shouldn’t left you

Without a Mustard beat to step to

Flex to, let loose, finesse to

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, bang your set too

It’s been a long time, a time I shouldn’t left you

Without a Mustard beat to step to

Flex to, let loose, finesse to

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, bang your set too

[Verse 2 – Ty Dolla $ign:]

Aw shit, yeah they did

3 of Amerikaz most wanted

The one that got the West back started

That bullshit we back on it, ayy

I was out getting it

I was up late night always trying to stare

Always seen the big picture

Always ten toes, stomp down like a real nigga (oh ya)

Had to make my own rules

Had to set examples for my young bools

Sucka nigga do when he can

Rich nigga do what he want to

Been a long time since you seen us

Well nigga this the re-up

Bad bitch in the Lamb with her feet up

Tell my nigga Mustard keep the beat up

[Hook – YG:]

It’s been a long time, a time I shouldn’t left you

Without a Mustard beat to step to

Flex to, let loose, finesse to

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, bang your set too

It’s been a long time, a time I shouldn’t left you

Without a Mustard beat to step to

Flex to, let loose, finesse to

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, bang your set too

DJ Mustard Been From The Gang

Mustard on the beat, hoe!

[Verse 1: x2]

It’s killa, you know I won’t change up

Raised around the real drug dealers and bangers

You niggas ain’t really from the set man you claimers

It’s just me bone & baby C twisting our fingers

You don’t want to meet the savior

I hang a nigga up like a hanger

Gun, knife or a razor

Blue dickies, Chuck Taylors

You don’t want to shoot it out, that’s on flaco

I feed a nigga shells like Dell Taco

I tried tell you, you don’t wanna squabble

I tried to tell you, you don’t want no problem.

[Hook:]

I’ve been from the set, I’ve been from the gang

And I don’t know you niggas, I don’t know you niggas’ names

You ain’t from my side, I don’t know the side you claim

And I never heard of you, but I know you’ve heard of me!

‘Cause I’ve been from the gang, been from the gang

‘Cause I’ve been from the gang, been from the gang!

[Verse 2:]

And I can put that on cedars

Frogg RIP used to put that on cedars

Red strings in my chucks tho

All my niggas cut crack, cutthout,

If you don’t bleed seven days stop bitchin

You a buster, the type, the homies make bust a mission

And that’s how they start snitching

Now yo homie need a lawyer, cause the DA got witness.

God damn! That’s some fucked up shit

When niggas go to jail, that’s when homies fuck your bitch

I’m a West Side T-hat wearing motherfucker

Bust a mission in the rental, not caring motherfucker

What’s Brackin? My nigga RJ bang anthem’s

And killa bang 40’s see that’s why I’m spoety

In the hood you turned down if you ain’t did shit

And every blood nigga got a crip bitch

In highschool you wasn’t banging, nigga

You was turning into homework getting graded nigga

You’re the type to hit the county and get faded, nigga

‘Cause all your statements, you stated, you was statin nigga

Snitch

[Hook:]

I’ve been from the set, I’ve been from the gang

And I don’t know you niggas, I don’t know you niggas’ names

You ain’t from my side, I don’t know the side you claim

And I never heard of you, but I know you’ve heard of me!

‘Cause I’ve been from the gang, been from the gang

‘Cause I’ve been from the gang, been from the gang!

[Verse 3:]

Check me out!

Look, I came in this shit on my own talk

Pull up in the dealership with my own load

Pull off from the dealership in some new shit

Pull up at the club and get a new bitch!

Real, I like niggas that’s to the core

Show you how to do it, get money from off the floor

Travel around the world, the avenues I explore

I double up all my dollars and bulletproof all my doors.

SLs and CLs and five-fifties

600s I’m blunted as young Nipsey.

Bulletproof when I push, can’t miss me

That all black thing with IR so where the tents be?

Oh, still posted on the block, though

Boulders in my jeans then it’s nuts bro

Diamonds in my eardom, it’s rocks bro

A nigga like me, you is not though

Throw money over everything, that’s the motto

Got the flow down, pack, now wallow

Got a nigga sounding like a champ

Only Benjamins and Grants if you tell me what I can

I’m a show you, better than I can tell you

Better yet I’m a sell you,

Game that I prepare you

Cause all the side-talking my nigga, ain’t necessary

You freeze in situations, ain’t nothing much I can tell you but

[Hook:]

I’ve been from the set, I’ve been from the gang

And I don’t know you niggas, I don’t know you niggas’ names

You ain’t from my side, I don’t know the side you claim

And I never heard of you, but I know you’ve heard of me!

‘Cause I’ve been from the gang, been from the gang

‘Cause I’ve been from the gang, been from the gang!

[Verse 4:]

A hats I’m from Athens

And a choppa, turn the block into a fraction

Tee lee’s niggas bang with a passion

Nigga San Pedro brackin!

You ain’t from the game, you ain’t an enemigo

Rip C Lo man J be low amigo

Die for this shit, got a death wish

Doing life that bitch, you’re all set then

I know, we be getting that gando

Draw the pistol, I pay for pictures, I go Picasso

Tu tu them guns off, keep coming like slide shows

All my momma amo celebrating cause not home

Roll the dice in the villas

You can lose your life in a milis

I’m on my APs and Qs, got A keys, A streets and pools

[Hook:]

I’ve been from the set, I’ve been from the gang

And I don’t know you niggas, I don’t know you niggas’ names

You ain’t from my side, I don’t know the side you claim

And I never heard of you, but I know you’ve heard of me!

‘Cause I’ve been from the gang, been from the gang

‘Cause I’ve been from the gang, been from the gang!

DJ Mustard 4G’s

[Hook:]

Bitch nigga you corny

Ridin round in Forgies

You ain’t even got 4 G’s

You ain’t even know 4 G’s

My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s

Bitch nigga you the police

And I don’t fuck with the police

Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s

[Verse 1:]

Aye it’s TC Lo, got money, got weed

Got promethazine and a lot of broben jams

It’s stay fly my nigga, I do this shit on the daily

You stay broke my nigga, you do that shit on the daily

I woke up, thought being broke was boring

So I rob a couple houses in Torrance

Cashed out on a foreign

Pull up to any bitch, I’m scorin

Uh, you know I stay with them fly kicks

You know I stay with a fly bitch

And you could tell a bagger but every time you do she be like…

[Hook:]

Bitch nigga you corny

Ridin round in Forgies

You ain’t even got 4 G’s

You ain’t even know 4 G’s

My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s

Bitch nigga you the police

And I don’t fuck with the police

Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s

[Verse 2:]

Zap boy beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back

Waddle in the dools make loud glass packs

Forgiano tippy toes, 24’s crawl

Bought a set of Pirellis and let the stickers out

Skippin down the ave with the beat on blam

Soundin like a motherfuckin summer jam

Fat bank route, my pockets pregnant

Both of em twins, they need a C section

My fety linky like 40 career hustling

Granddaddy purp in the air, hovering

Zonin like a motherfucker, high as a quale

Loud power spray to get rid of the stale

[Hook:]

Bitch nigga you corny

Ridin round in Forgies

You ain’t even got 4 G’s

You ain’t even know 4 G’s

My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s

Bitch nigga you the police

And I don’t fuck with the police

Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s

[Verse 3:]

4 G’s, 2 bottles, every day stoned

Smoke it, getting my drink on

2 Forgies on yo baby mama

Secret Sundays, now she after my cabana

4 G’s for the bill like a tunnel

Thousand $ tip for the butch in summer baller

Shot caller, 6-4 Impala

Dandada, me in ace Obama

Fety dip the Grammies with the G pin

Dollar sign kush, I’m reeking

Yea, I smell like Keisha

You niggas corny like bitch niggas

[Hook:]

Bitch nigga you corny

Ridin round in Forgies

You ain’t even got 4 G’s

You ain’t even know 4 G’s

My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s

Bitch nigga you the police

And I don’t fuck with the police

Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s

[Verse 4:]

I’m on my bullshit, spittin like 2 clips

Got yo bitch on my pool table doin splits

Tired of niggas askin, spoiled like they trappin

I’m from 10-4 street, not of that happenin

Me and my niggas, burnt out

All fly shit, all ruled out

Talkin reckless nigga outside yo mouth

Go ahead and get yo pistol whip

Blike bloom blow

No tough talk, you ain’t got no rap sheet

Ya’ll niggas ain’t really had no beef

Ya’ll niggas ain’t really clap no heat

Stop cuppin yo bitch, nigga I’m a go sleep

[Hook:]

Bitch nigga you corny

Ridin round in Forgies

You ain’t even got 4 G’s

You ain’t even know 4 G’s

My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s

Bitch nigga you the police

And I don’t fuck with the police

Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s

DJ Mustard Can’t Tell Me Shit

[Intro: DJ Mustard]

Y’all already know who I am right

(Mustard on the beat ho)

[Hook: IamSu!]

I know that I’m the nigga

Cause I hear it all the time

They say my head getting bigger

Yeah, I hear it all the time

Can’t nobody tell me shit about shit

Can’t nobody tell me shit about this

Can’t nobody tell me shit about shit

Can’t nobody tell me shit about this

[Verse 1: IamSu!]

No, you can’t stop this

Uh, custom, you can’t cop this

Yeah, pay attention to the detail

You a nerd, trying to hack a nigga email

And I’m going out of my mind, think I’m losing my conscience

I got bad hoes on my Johnson, shouts out Pink Dolphin, my sponsor

And I’m making love to the cake, people telling me “Get a room”

It’s HBK gang bang, bang, bang like John Witherspoon

No money, it’s tohdaloo, No Limit like Hootie Hoo

Disrespect me and my city, no telling what they a do

Cause I’m the biggest thing in my city since Chevron

Waking up the world cause the Bay is too slept on

Pull up to the club and I’m walking out with a freak

Getting money Monday to Sunday, you niggas weak

Player president, pay attention when niggas speak

Forever hearing real, if you ever listen to me

[Hook: IamSu!]

I know that I’m the nigga

Cause I hear it all the time

They say my head getting bigger

Yeah, I hear it all the time

Can’t nobody tell me shit about shit

Can’t nobody tell me shit about this

Can’t nobody tell me shit about shit

Can’t nobody tell me shit about this

[Verse 2: AKAFrank]

Can’t nobody tell me shit about shit

Unless you going tell me how to get rich

Making money like Mitch, pass hoes, give and go, I assist

The nigga, the nigga, I’m a star, she on my dick

Iced out, skydweller, I electrify it

Candyland, Candyland, got me heaven high

Next to I, your bitch’ll probably wanna try

She think she classy, but she ratchet on the borderline

Your girlfriend a private eye, always spying on me

If she say I ain’t fuck, then she lying on me

I only move for 10 and better, I ain’t lying homie

And you can hear my bed lying, when you ready for me

I’m always fucking bad bitches, feeling like a heathen

If I want your main thing, I might trade her like treason

Now we even, a cold piece of work, I’m anemic

It’s AKAFrank, ho you see me, I know that I’m the nigga

[Hook: IamSu!]

I know that I’m the nigga

Cause I hear it all the time

They say my head getting bigger

Yeah, I hear it all the time

Can’t nobody tell me shit about shit

Can’t nobody tell me shit about this

Can’t nobody tell me shit about shit

Can’t nobody tell me shit about this

[Outro: DJ Mustard]

Can’t nobody tell me shit about shit

Cause nigga I’m the shit, your bitch knows I’m the shit

Can’t nobody tell me shit about shit

Cause nigga I’m the shit, nigga knows I’m the shit

Can’t nobody tell me shit about shit

Cause nigga I’m the shit, your bitch know I’m the shit

Can’t nobody tell me shit about shit

Cause nigga I’m the shit, your bitch know I’m the shit bitch

[Hook: IamSu!]

I know that I’m the nigga

Cause I hear it all the time

They say my head getting bigger

Yeah, I hear it all the time

Can’t nobody tell me shit about shit

Can’t nobody tell me shit about this

Can’t nobody tell me shit about shit

Can’t nobody tell me shit about this

DJ Mustard Another Summer

[John Legend:]

Some people think I’m crazy, ohhh ahhh

They think this paper changed me

I’m glad to see another summer

I got to thank the one above us

Glad to see another summer

Glad to see another summer, yeah

[Rick Ross:]

Young Renzel, let’s get it

Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see

You watch the homie come up from a mustard seed

Ain’t looking for no problems, just a chance to eat

And I make mama a promise I’m gon’ plant my feet

Had some trouble on the campus for the skills I lack

But I double all the profits and I’m quick to stack

Only thing hung in the trapper was a triller plaque

Two tone double lard tucked in the back scene on the beach

Supremes on my feet

10 summer fast break, Kareem with the leap

Who own mansions in 12 states?

Ross fit, I sell weight

I keep it real like we were cell mates

Out in Denver, having dinner with the Elways

Boss

(Maybach Music)

[John Legend:]

Some people think I’m crazy, ohhh ahhh

They think this paper changed me

I’m glad to see another summer

I got to thank the one above us

Glad to see another summer

Glad to see another summer, yeah

[DJ Mustard talks]

[James Fauntleroy:]

I need another summer, that’s just enough to fall in love again

Already high as fuck, but I ain’t done with you, I wanna smoke again

Like the wind of it all depends on when the temperature hot

So cold, come into my spot

And our clothes said it was too hot

Go slow, just remember this part, babe

Cause when summer is over, noooo

It’s gon’ be cold

DJ Mustard 4 Digits

(It’s gonna be a faithful summer)

[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]

When I be in the shower, she know that I leave it alone

So for at least a half an hour, she be tryna break into my phone, oh

I don’t know what I did to make her feel insecure

But she gon’ have to trust me, cause I ain’t even doing no wrong

[Hook: Eric Bellinger]

She won’t ever get them four digits

No she won’t ever get them four digits

She about to lock my phone, tryna unlock my phone

She about to lock my phone, tryna unlock my phone

She won’t ever get them four digits

[Verse 2: Eric Bellinger]

She so damn nosy, don’t know why she be listening to her friends

That’s probably why she on me, cause they niggas be cheating on them

She just wanna be up in my photos

She just wanna be up in my videos

She just wanna be up in my emails and my DM’s

[Hook: Eric Bellinger]

[Overlapping: Fabulous]

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my code to keep

If I should die before I wake

I hope this girl don’t crack my bank

Face down, bring her off

[Verse 3: Fabulous]

What’s crackin’ baby, other than my code

Just came off the motherfuckin’ road

Already it’s another episode

I think shawty undercover on the low

You know I be on the phone talkin’ real late to ’em

She be walkin’ real late on me, getting straight to ’em

I be like “okay baby stay calm, it’s just Jake from State Farm”

On the real, what you searching for?

The thought upsets you, seeing that I hurt you more

I’m out the game but you know that I gotta keep it player

Every night I say a prayer, she won’t ever get the four digits

[Hook: Eric Bellinger x2]

DJ Mustard 10,000 Hours

Since the day that I was born

I been looking out for love

But never really quite found the one

They say practice makes perfect

I know I deserve it

Sometimes we should do it for fun

Baby when I clock up I can’t wait

Promise this time won’t go to waste

For all we put up now

I won’t let your love down

I know we’re not too far away

Ayeee ayeee

Why you always take so long to call me?

Know I gotta wake up in the mornin’

You know every second adds up to a minute

Need 10,000 hours

We can be so in love

Don’t stop, I’m counting them up

Run the clock, I be counting them up

We can be so in love

You know every second adds up to a minute

Need 10,000 hours

We can be so in love

I’ve been right and I’ve been wrong

I’ve been high and I’ve been low

But this time I know it’s for sure

Cause I’m right where I belong

And we are only getting stronger

Feels good to be down in my soul

Baby when I clock up I can’t wait

Promise this time won’t go to waste

For all we put up now

I won’t let your love down

I know we’re not too far away

Ayeee ayeee

Why you always take so long to call me?

Know I gotta wake up in the mornin’

You know every second adds up to a minute

Need 10,000 hours

We can be so in love

Don’t stop, I’m counting them up

Run the clock, I be counting them up

We can be so in love

You know every second adds up to a minute

Need 10,000 hours

There’s no time for us holding out

Cause this love is profound

Let the clock go around

Let the clock go around

Love is best when built from the ground

To your heart I am bound

Let the clock go around

Let the clock go around

Why you always take so long to call me?

Know I gotta wake up in the mornin’

You know every second adds up to a minute

Need 10,000 hours

We can be so in love

Don’t stop, I’m counting them up

Run the clock, I be counting them up

We can be so in love

You know every second adds up to a minute

Need 10,000 hours