My Tunes - Specifics

Where my tunes go, boo?

Where the time go?

Wheres my socks at dog, wheres the paycheck?

Where my tunes go X2

Where’s my socks at dog?

Wheres my shoes at?

Chop to the top in the chocolate, remove that

Long black stockings and move back girl

Wear your blue lingerie, blonde braids, take it off yeah

Where my tunes go boo?

Where we do that?

You strip smooth in the back, lone music

Where did the remote go, so if we bumping slow-mo

You can touch it, gold foreign on the

Where the, get a cig lit, after when our skin stick together

Like a gym hat, rappers for my fat pocket

Where you put the popsicles, man I put them in the fridge back to get cold

Where the fat cats go when they get old?

A place with mad catnip and fresh fishbones

And thats whoa, where’s my keys?

Probably in the hole between cushions on the sofa out of reach

Where I’m obviously pushing up her knees, dig deep

On when she leans over jerk looking up her skirt, please

Where the time go, every time we try and go get live

Showing up five before close

Where my tunes go, boo?

Where the time go?

Wheres my socks at dog, wheres the paycheck?

Where my tunes go X2

(yeah one more time)

Where the old days get when they jetted

Like i try and stay awake

When the place went to bed

And its a headache

Wheres my red team?

I rep they

Like they rep Craig

Who got his left pit stained

The best

I’m putting in work

Wheres the pay check?

Coz it ain’t paid yet

If i gave a shit i wouldn’t make a next tape

But i said hey

Wheres the good shit?

We cook with a couple for tea

For anyone who want to mumble to me

He humble as fuck but, suck from my nuts

G-up if you come for trouble and such

Pucker up a duck

First down the thirst get

Club crowd with a crown of southern comfort

Now work with a burst mouth

Surrounded by the skirts like a

We just slurp shit, obverse and pontificate

Wheres my notebook

That i don’t hook

With the most overlooked quotes

So it’s no good

Roll with those crooks, whoa

Speaking of the streets

Squad not to

But if got a nose like police dogs

Wheres the weed y’all?

Get the streets fogged up

Like it’s john c long gone

Or like halloween creeps ball wearing a mask

And deep love is a thing of the past

Where my tunes go, boo?

Where the time go?

Wheres my socks at dog, wheres the paycheck?

Where my tunes go