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[Intro]
[Verse]
Clock’s off, phone’s dead, I ain’t pickin’ it up
Boss can wait, baby, I’m busy gettin’ fucked up
Rollin’ this blunt with my fingers slow
Taste the smoke, taste my skin, you already know
[Chorus]
Light me up, take a hit, let it burn
Ain’t no rush, we got time, take your turn
Fuck the job, fuck the rules, I’m on strike
Till your lips, till your hips, got me right
[Chorus]
Light me up, take a hit, let it burn
Ain’t no rush, we got time, take your turn
Fuck the job, fuck the rules, I’m on strike
Till your lips, till your hips, got me right
[Verse]
Your hands on my waist, pull me closer, yeah
Whisperin’ shit that’s makin’ me melt
Overtime? Nah, I’m workin’ this curve
Every touch got me losin’ my breath
[Pre-Chorus]
You say, "Slow down," I say, "Make me"
Every inch got me shakin’ crazy
Ain’t no clock on this kind of pay
Just your moans drippin’ sweet like syrup, babe
[Chorus]
Light me up, take a hit, let it burn
Ain’t no rush, we got time, take your turn
Fuck the job, fuck the rules, I’m on strike
Till your lips, till your hips, got me right
[Chorus]Light me up, take a hit, let it burn
Ain’t no rush, we got time, take your turn
Fuck the job, fuck the rules, I’m on strike
Details
GeneratedNov 1, 2025
Duration1:55
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country Rap with harmonica and clarinet setting the rhythm tener saxophone running unique solos deep rolling bass, male
Credits
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