Lyrics JT Machinima – We Got Hours
Text:
Cringe Records. 2018.
Bleach Nation!
Where my tide pods at?
Oh. There you are.
I got hours
On any kind of game
Grindin’ away
I don’t have the time to waste it
On showers
I sit inside all day
I prefer online
But I do not mind campaigns
Unlock powers
I got the highest rank
I like spankin fools
Who don’t recognize my name
They’re all cowards
Now run and hide in shame
Signed on and I’m dominating my domain
I got hours
‘Bout to turn thirty but I’m young in my thumbs
Pistol Pat by my side, we moved in with his mum
Got the house to ourselves, shelves stocked with hot pockets
I’m locked into my Xbox and failure’s not an option
I call my dick «microsoft» — it’s got money
Terrible customer service — but the bitches just keep on coming
I watch hot twitch chicks, I love when they stream
But I don’t donate to them, I let them donate to me
It’s so hot the way you play those games
And I find it so sexy when you wear sweatpants every day
Just keep grinding the hours, till there’s no more left to share
I got hours
But who’s countin’ achievements
I need that 100 percent completion
I got power
In all the clans that I’m leadin’
I got my enemies hairlines recedin’
They’re all sour
Like my breath after feedin’
On these cheeseballs never brush my teeth in the evenin’
Fuck showers
Only thing that I’m cleanin’
Is your clock, your controllers will be broken and bleedin
But not ours
Cuz we are good at the games
If that wasn’t clear, we are good at the games
I’ll say it again, we are good at the games
But fuck my mom’s caretaker, he sucks at the games
I mean his name’s Dave, what a flippin’ dumb name
(whisper) Thanks for takin care of my mom, but dude you’re so lame
Can you ride your bike with no hands? I can
I made a plan to abandon my family — I couldn’t stand ’em
I took the car, and left ’em with nothin’
He wasn’t bluffin’, he dumped off his kids and took all their mini muffins
Little brats were cryin’, and I was laughin’
Hop in the cruiser, dude, now our dreams can happen
Video games anytime of day
We grind away as my mother’s mind decays
But I’m okay (He’s okay)
We got a lot more than cash sittin’ in our bank
We got hours
It’s so hot the way you play those games
And I find it so sexy when you wear sweatpants every day
Gucci clothes and flashy cars won’t get you anywhere
Just keep grinding the hours, till there’s no more left to share
I GOT HOURS