Sixty seconds of heat
Pull up a chair and listen to these
Words that pour from my mouth to the farthest extended reach
I'm just tryna be the king
Represent my town while doing my thing
Kill beats, write flows, eat feasts, kill shows, make noise, stay throwed
Look at me man
I'm on a trippy beat and
I'll destroy any instrumentals from here to Greenland
You can't hear me well use q tips to clean man
Cuttin legs off like the bomb did lieutenant dan
Intergalactic mental manifested this sick flow
And I'm coming through the front you can miss me with that back doe
Teyek just went from kickin doe's to selling out shows
And if you don't like my sound I won't be mad or be an asshole
I just won't support your shitty passion while you rot slow
Tryna hate on my style makes you look real low
But with a nickname like that I shoulda always known
That you were a bitch a fake and an internet thuggin hoe
Teyek - 60 Seconds Lyrics
Teyek - 60 Seconds Lyrics
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Sixty seconds of heat
Pull up a chair and listen to these
Words that pour from my mouth to the farthest extended reach
I'm just tryna be the king
Represent my town while doing my thing
Kill beats, write flows, eat feasts, kill shows, make noise, stay throwed
Look at me man
I'm on a trippy beat and
I'll destroy any instrumentals from here to Greenland
You can't hear me well use q tips to clean man
Cuttin legs off like the bomb did lieutenant dan
Intergalactic mental manifested this sick flow
And I'm coming through the front you can miss me with that back doe
Teyek just went from kickin doe's to selling out shows
And if you don't like my sound I won't be mad or be an asshole
I just won't support your shitty passion while you rot slow
Tryna hate on my style makes you look real low
But with a nickname like that I shoulda always known
That you were a bitch a fake and an internet thuggin hoe
Pull up a chair and listen to these
Words that pour from my mouth to the farthest extended reach
I'm just tryna be the king
Represent my town while doing my thing
Kill beats, write flows, eat feasts, kill shows, make noise, stay throwed
Look at me man
I'm on a trippy beat and
I'll destroy any instrumentals from here to Greenland
You can't hear me well use q tips to clean man
Cuttin legs off like the bomb did lieutenant dan
Intergalactic mental manifested this sick flow
And I'm coming through the front you can miss me with that back doe
Teyek just went from kickin doe's to selling out shows
And if you don't like my sound I won't be mad or be an asshole
I just won't support your shitty passion while you rot slow
Tryna hate on my style makes you look real low
But with a nickname like that I shoulda always known
That you were a bitch a fake and an internet thuggin hoe
Writer: Thomas McCravey
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