My Tunes

Hook
Where my tunes go, boo? Where the time go?
Wheres my socks at dog, where's the paycheck?
Where my tunes go
(x2)

Verse 1: Golden Boy
Where's my socks at
Dog wheres my shoes at
Chopped at the top in the chocolate
Remove that long black stockings
And move back girl wear ya blue
Lingerie blonde braids take it off yeah
Where my tunes go boo
Where we do that you strip
Smooth in the back low music
Where did the remote go so if we bump in slow mo
You can touch and go forward on the disc
Mix
Where the zigs quick get a cig lit after when our skin stick together
Like the gym hat wrappers for my fat pocket
Where'd you put the popsicles man I hid em in the fridge back to get cold
Where do fat cats go when they get old?
A place with mad catnip and fresh fish bones
And that's whoa where's my key
Probably in the hole between cushions on the sofa out of reach
Where I'm obviously pushin up her knees dig deep
Oh and when she leans over jerk lookin up her skirt please
Where the time go, every time we try and go get live
Showin up five before close so we buyin at the off sales

Hook
Where my tunes go, boo? Where the time go?
Wheres my socks at dog, where's the paycheck?
Where my tunes go
(x2)

Verse 2: Golden Boy
(Yeah one more time)
Where'd the old days get when they jetted
Like I try and stay awake when the place went to bed and it's a headache
Where's my red team? I rep they like they rep Craig who got his left pit stained the best name
I'm putting in work
Where's the pay check? Cuz it ain't paid yet
If I gave a shit I wouldn't make a next tape
What'd I said hey, where's the good shit
We cooked with a couple from t
For anybody wanna mumble somethin to me
He humble as fuck but suck from my nuts g
Yup if you come for trouble and such
Pucker up or duck first down the thirst
Get clubbed with the crown or of southern comfort now
Work with a burst mouth
Surrounded by the skirts like Elimidate
We just slurp shit, obverse and pontificate
Where's 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 the beast but he got a nose like police dogs
Wheres the weed y'all
Get the streets fogged up like it's john c's long gone sea dogs
Or at the halloween creeps ball wearin a mask
Indeed, love is a thing of the past

Hook
Where my tunes go, boo? Where the time go?
Wheres my socks at dog, where's the paycheck?
Where my tunes go
(x2)