S - My lyrics

[Produced by ThinkTwice] [Hook] Where my tunes go,boo? Where the time go? Wheres my socks at dog,wheres the paycheck? Where my tunes go X2 [Verse] 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 [verse 2 Goldenboy] (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 [dame?] I'm putting in work Wheres the pay check? Coz it ain't paid yet If i gave a sh** i wouldn't make a next tape But i said hey Wheres the good sh**? We cook with a couple for tea For anyone who want to mumble to me He humble as f** but, s** 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 sh**, 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 [beef?] 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 [Chorus till end] Where my tunes go,boo? Where the time go? Wheres my socks at dog,wheres the paycheck? Where my tunes go