On Lock Songtext
von K. Tones
On Lock Songtext
I got it on lock, I got it on lock, yeah (K. Tones)
I got it on lock, I got it on lock, yeah
I got it on lock, hey, hey, hey
(The possibility was kinda shaky
But opportunity was mine for the takin′
I'm opportunistic, no time to be wasted
So I′m taking names in my notes with no patience)
Gotta time it right, kill the latency
When will I arrive? I'm always late and see
I don't really mind, long as sane is me
Wanna know what I′m doin′? Wait and see
I run it back like running back
Then heave my back like lumberjack
I hammer down like Wreck-It Ralph
Like Morrison, I body track
Return the Mack, with stamp on pack
Then throw it deep like Haskins had Re-run the play where I steal plaque
Is he eatin'? Just a snack, okay
Gotta be patient and stick with the mission
You ain′t gotta be a doctor
But you gotta be surgical 'fore you can kill it
So until then, pick up the pen and drill it
Finish the session and limit it, open the live and feel it
Know that your dreams are in the process, so live it
I′m one of one, you're one in two
I do for me, you do to prove
I′m not the one, not Boo-Boo the fool
Don't come to me, 'cause I′ll come for you
Take off like Jet Set Radio Future
Don′t step to me unless you want a suture
And by the way, that fit doesn't suit ya
Go get a stylist, ′till then I'll mute ya
I got it on lock, I got it on lock, yeah
I got it on lock, hey, hey, hey
(The possibility was kinda shaky
But opportunity was mine for the takin′
I'm opportunistic, no time to be wasted
So I′m taking names in my notes with no patience)
Gotta time it right, kill the latency
When will I arrive? I'm always late and see
I don't really mind, long as sane is me
Wanna know what I′m doin′? Wait and see
I run it back like running back
Then heave my back like lumberjack
I hammer down like Wreck-It Ralph
Like Morrison, I body track
Return the Mack, with stamp on pack
Then throw it deep like Haskins had Re-run the play where I steal plaque
Is he eatin'? Just a snack, okay
Gotta be patient and stick with the mission
You ain′t gotta be a doctor
But you gotta be surgical 'fore you can kill it
So until then, pick up the pen and drill it
Finish the session and limit it, open the live and feel it
Know that your dreams are in the process, so live it
I′m one of one, you're one in two
I do for me, you do to prove
I′m not the one, not Boo-Boo the fool
Don't come to me, 'cause I′ll come for you
Take off like Jet Set Radio Future
Don′t step to me unless you want a suture
And by the way, that fit doesn't suit ya
Go get a stylist, ′till then I'll mute ya
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