My Tunes

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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)