Tic-Tok

Tic Tok Danny Brown It go Tick Tock, all around the clock Danny Brown on the mic, he don't stop He go on, and on and on He go on, and on and on Say hello to the baby of the Reagan generation Raised round on block cheese and boxed raisin Use four buckets of water to take a bath Fear is 'bout hunger, lying saying I pass Yesterday's clothes, yellow teeth when I cheese Nuttin on the weed but let me hit them trees You got another square? see my pockets is bare You look in my face all you see is despair And a newport will take the load off for a minute Fuck the radio, don't watch TV it's all gimmicks Mum got welfare, still hard, got a job Turn around and lock her up for welfare fraud Sister had a third abortion, got six kids What's crazy, she only twenty-six My brother lost his daughter, she was only four months So what the fuck I'm 'posed to do but sit and smoke blunts X2 Danny Brown, hot nigga, raise the window Selling rocks since the days of Nintendo Lock them? reaking like? Cheese sandwiches sipping on cool shots Using my timberland for a pillow Neck throbbing, feel like I slept on an armadillo Taste like steak, it was only a pack of skittles But that was then, now I'm back on the block Fitted cock like Curtis in a comet White powder, motherfucker it ain't common So strong, make the hardest fiend vomit Danny Brown is the future, I promise Used to wear shoe strings for belts Same damn desk jeans, worn out checks Sleeping on couch beds, crooks in my necks Now I'm at the venue doing sixty minute sets X2