500 Hours Lyrics – Comethazine
D-D-D-Div, don’t do it to ’em
Yeah (***)
Mmm (Yeah)
Yeah (Comethazine in this ***, ***, I’m piped the *** up)
***, yeah
Five-hundred hours
Mmm, mmm, mmm (Five-hundred hours, I’ve been up in this ***, ***, get the *** [?], get no sleep ***)
Yeah, *** (***), ayy (Yeah)
Five-hundred hours (Mmm)
Mmm
Still ain’t been sleep, PTSD (***)
***, don’t stress me
Ho, you gotta leave before *** get messy (Go)
Said “Why I gotta leave after you undressed me?”
Made up a lie so the ho don’t press me
Told that *** “I gotta go pick up my jetski”
*** up her ass, ’cause she comin’ wit’ me (No)
She sound silly, so I burst out laughing
I’m about to make this ho regret what she asked me
Really wanna know if you can go, ***, hell no
Wouldn’t save a ho if she broke her elbow
*** hit my phone talkin’ tough, oh hell no
First of all, ***, what the *** you yell for?
Secondly, question be, “Do you know who you yellin’ at?”
Tell him that, Comethazine blew his melon back
I smoke Thrax, you inhale on the Reggie pack
Bet you probably wonder, “How does he know that?”
‘Cause every time you smoke around me, I be smellin’ that
*** hit my phone talkin’ tough, oh hell no
First of all, ***, what the *** you yell for?
Secondly, question be, “Do you know who you yellin’ at?”
Tell him that, Comethazine blew his melon back
I smoke Thrax, you inhale on the Reggie pack
Bet you probably wonder, “How does he know that?”
‘Cause every time you smoke around me, I be smellin’ that
‘Cause every time-‘Cause every time
You smoke around me-You smoke around me
Five-hundred-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi
Five-Five-hundred hours
Still ain’t been sleep, PTSD (***)
***, don’t stress me
Ho, you gotta leave before *** get messy (Go)
Five-hundred hours
