Hours Lyrics - Regardless Devon Victory

Verse 1: 

The minutes are charged with granted - 

my composure in the snow - it road and i told 

- that monument - fucking froze - from my shoes to my toes and it rose - 

passion corrodes - 

as the tiime frames ecstatic - 

i feel erratic and that permission 

just fucking threw you in the dumpsters like waste management - now the desk - of my actions - 

never in same locations - 

then in your decibel - 

you using some strange shit - 

i'm bringing the pain bitch - 

my literal scandal - 

is in the fucking helium with the shelter - 

you too nice - 

i'm to antisocial - 

and it don't mean i care - 

you should have some one in your life - 

with-out needed my black ass there - 

the rafts are repetitious and they are permitted 

and then gated - 

for the - delivery of my muthafucking real nigga - 

my frocasy cause the bitches panty's to stay on - probably because that bitch got schizophrenia and can't figure who her pussy was. 

The time frame's are calculating in omnibus - 

what the fuck come and fuck with us - 

the stature just told me about chariots - 

now that graffiti is now for the mills where they fucking cook oats - 

these fake ass gangstas out there steady writing hard - but then when a problem comes up they steady getting they cards pulled. 

i'm steady getting my heart developed 

so they keep my black ass in the dark room. 

The stimulation is trill 

Chorus: 

Hours, days and minutes - 

sets blocks and sentences - 

earth rotation - Tv watching lobbyists - 

my crime on all of the measurements - 

my tocking moment like rocks in men that sold 

the policy to the policy - 

there is many, many hours - 

the rates are like astrology calculations 

my manners are in the profitable - 

your insignia is pitiful - 

my horology is excellently 

clever-able. 

Verse 2: 

Impeccable breech - the in-sitting though preach 

- i'm seeing the - deeds' - i'm actually speed 

- the wave in the yield - 

you cant actually visualize what you can't feel - 

that contrition is real for the testament 

of fucking shit that get that fucking blocking now 

- the bitch throwing that shit in the back of me like old computer docks - 

that state is sin'trality for shocks - 

that game just gammon - my stage just inflammation - 

my situation was located in the freezer with saturation - thats in the ridiculous - 

For i fucking change my mind - and kill you - 0 - 

you kill us - 

its apparent that the objects of bodys that we have are not appealing - 

yo listen fuck what you feeling - 

that impecunious is just ready for your sets 

in the please change it on me baby - 

them streets lights are not changing - 

so i'm running this red light - you cant realize what you can't accomplish - you in the jettisoned - you bitch ass in a plane with the Jetsons - and not on my mass's your just fucking - son-of-a-bitch articulated backwards - and not in the after effects - you stupid as shit 

Chorus: 

Hours, days and minutes - 

sets blocks and sentences - 

earth rotation - TV watching lobbyists - 

my crime on all of the measurements - 

my tocking moment like rocks in men that sold 

the policy to the policy - 

there is many, many hours - 

the rates are like astrology calculations 

my manners are in the profitable - 

your insignia is pitiful - 

my horology is excellently 

clever-able. 

Verse 3: 

Buzz - turn that timer off - i'm fucking playing - 

you probably got the buzz wrong - 

you are not trying too hear 

what i'm saying about the buzz 

threw this fucking song. 

I'll go prolong - 

but i don't need you back - 

how many years have i never needed your ass - 

that's how my feelings are on lifetime measurements - your weight blind as shit - 

your state recline that bitch - 

my state remind that bitch - 

that grate just came down - 

and hideously change your minds timing - 

for - what - i'm only rhyming - that's the shit haters use - when they never usually do the same things still - i'm coming for holographic's - cause i thought that they 

were time modules - that's not all the way dumb - 

when you put that shit together on educational scale process. No recess you can always stay out - 

the shit that you frown - bitch you aint nothing but your lips and cheeks - i can see the form of them about to frown - whats the fuck is that on your teeth - bitch you know you wearing crowns - 

i'm not coming at you wrong - 

but you wanted me to get be down - 

my calculations on what happened to grills is stupid. 

My head piece got crowns thats just a piece of my watches - numbers are topless 

Chorus: 

Hours, days and minutes - 

sets blocks and sentences - 

earth rotation - Tv watching lobbyists - 

my crime on all of the measurements - 

my tocking moment like rocks in men that sold 

the policy to the policy - 

there is many, many hours - 

the rates are like astrology calculations 

my manners are in the profitable - 

your insignia is pitiful - 

my horology is excellently 

clever-able.