Mmhm
Woah
Huh
One take
Yeah
Cop car kind of trailing behind us
Drag race home like I'm failing my license
We on radio silence as I'm playing with fire
Got a call from my boss, nah say I'm retired
Say I'm
In a better place better than ever
Not dead, not alive, not under the weather
Not at home with you just chasing a high
'Til my answering machine starts saying I'm fired
Whatever
Back laying in the park
Knee deep and I'm playing with the sharks
She leave and I'm paying with my heart but
We always staying for the part
Where we
Tiptoe 'round city limits
And my sixth sense telling me I can't prevent it
She independent and I'm independent
But she show me what can happen in sixty minutes woah
Sixty minutes
Six-Six-Sixty minutes
Six-Sixty minutes
Sixty minutes woah
In a better place better than ever
Long days in the middle of September, December
Whatever
Cop car kind of trailing
Unidentified ailments
I saw you at the Days Inn
Shit halfway almost famous
Still
In a better place better than ever
Not dead, not alive, not under the weather
Long days in the middle of September, December
Birthday suit, birthday sex etcetera, 'cetera
Cause it's
Braille in the dark laying in the park uh
Knee deep and I'm playing with the sharks uh
She leave and I'm paying with my heart but
We always staying for the part
Down the road like several cycles
Earth around the sun and the moon with the tidal
Makin'
Noises like scratching a vinyl
When the sun sets on our hotel room with the bible
Son of a gun
Woah
Same place with the same courts
Got
Red lights in the racecourse
Good luck trying to get what you came for
Yeah
Pillow talk when we're off the spinach
Thoughts diminish hard to finish
Roll over to my phone check the clock what is it
My alarm goes off in 60 minutes f*ck
Sixty minutes
Six-Six-Sixty minutes
Six-Sixty minutes
Sixty minutes woah
In a better place better than ever
Long days in the middle of September, December
Emcee KB - 60 Minutes Lyrics
Emcee KB - 60 Minutes Lyrics
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English
Mmhm
Woah
Huh
One take
Yeah
Cop car kind of trailing behind us
Drag race home like I'm failing my license
We on radio silence as I'm playing with fire
Got a call from my boss, nah say I'm retired
Say I'm
In a better place better than ever
Not dead, not alive, not under the weather
Not at home with you just chasing a high
'Til my answering machine starts saying I'm fired
Whatever
Back laying in the park
Knee deep and I'm playing with the sharks
She leave and I'm paying with my heart but
We always staying for the part
Where we
Tiptoe 'round city limits
And my sixth sense telling me I can't prevent it
She independent and I'm independent
But she show me what can happen in sixty minutes woah
Sixty minutes
Six-Six-Sixty minutes
Six-Sixty minutes
Sixty minutes woah
In a better place better than ever
Long days in the middle of September, December
Whatever
Cop car kind of trailing
Unidentified ailments
I saw you at the Days Inn
Shit halfway almost famous
Still
In a better place better than ever
Not dead, not alive, not under the weather
Long days in the middle of September, December
Birthday suit, birthday sex etcetera, 'cetera
Cause it's
Braille in the dark laying in the park uh
Knee deep and I'm playing with the sharks uh
She leave and I'm paying with my heart but
We always staying for the part
Down the road like several cycles
Earth around the sun and the moon with the tidal
Makin'
Noises like scratching a vinyl
When the sun sets on our hotel room with the bible
Son of a gun
Woah
Same place with the same courts
Got
Red lights in the racecourse
Good luck trying to get what you came for
Yeah
Pillow talk when we're off the spinach
Thoughts diminish hard to finish
Roll over to my phone check the clock what is it
My alarm goes off in 60 minutes f*ck
Sixty minutes
Six-Six-Sixty minutes
Six-Sixty minutes
Sixty minutes woah
In a better place better than ever
Long days in the middle of September, December
Woah
Huh
One take
Yeah
Cop car kind of trailing behind us
Drag race home like I'm failing my license
We on radio silence as I'm playing with fire
Got a call from my boss, nah say I'm retired
Say I'm
In a better place better than ever
Not dead, not alive, not under the weather
Not at home with you just chasing a high
'Til my answering machine starts saying I'm fired
Whatever
Back laying in the park
Knee deep and I'm playing with the sharks
She leave and I'm paying with my heart but
We always staying for the part
Where we
Tiptoe 'round city limits
And my sixth sense telling me I can't prevent it
She independent and I'm independent
But she show me what can happen in sixty minutes woah
Sixty minutes
Six-Six-Sixty minutes
Six-Sixty minutes
Sixty minutes woah
In a better place better than ever
Long days in the middle of September, December
Whatever
Cop car kind of trailing
Unidentified ailments
I saw you at the Days Inn
Shit halfway almost famous
Still
In a better place better than ever
Not dead, not alive, not under the weather
Long days in the middle of September, December
Birthday suit, birthday sex etcetera, 'cetera
Cause it's
Braille in the dark laying in the park uh
Knee deep and I'm playing with the sharks uh
She leave and I'm paying with my heart but
We always staying for the part
Down the road like several cycles
Earth around the sun and the moon with the tidal
Makin'
Noises like scratching a vinyl
When the sun sets on our hotel room with the bible
Son of a gun
Woah
Same place with the same courts
Got
Red lights in the racecourse
Good luck trying to get what you came for
Yeah
Pillow talk when we're off the spinach
Thoughts diminish hard to finish
Roll over to my phone check the clock what is it
My alarm goes off in 60 minutes f*ck
Sixty minutes
Six-Six-Sixty minutes
Six-Sixty minutes
Sixty minutes woah
In a better place better than ever
Long days in the middle of September, December
Writer: Kobe Borowetz
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