Time For A Whoopin, April 29, Degrees (Dazee Dizzle)

Time For A Whoopin, April 29, Degrees (Dazee Dizzle)

March 6, 2020 Off By Joy Clark

By Joy Lynn Clark

Time For A Whoopin, April 29, Degrees

I made this mix of Time For A Whoopin, April 29, and Degrees  some years ago.  This was when I was playing around with the Weeknd’s kit.  It was cool. Also, April 29 ended up on a mix show of house music where they said it was by David Guetta, it wasn’t.

Time For a Whoopin

Things to learn and there’s things that you wanna earn

Can’t no one love you like me

Wanna see you eat, want you to have a seat

When it’s cold you should have some heat

If The bases ain’t covered they probably ain’t your lover

But you gotta get yours and you’ll be so proud

Even if they ain’t around

Got that nice purse

Or you could be the boss of your business

And they don’t refer

But your so awesome many others concur

So be a blown up star looking to you but you be so far

I just want a car

Get involved wherever  you are

I don’t wanna cut you down to the ground

But I won’t be laid low

Wishing that I’m gon be getting down

But for you I just won’t go

Not just flipping my lips

I want you to grow

This ain’t just a punishment

You just got to know

You get a whooping

Don’t be sending me off quoting fairy tales

I like to read and I know them well

No matter what you say it feels good for a minute

If your lucky, here today but I won’t let you win it

Cause if I do they’ll take your life away

Do what you do everyday

Cause if you don’t they’ll take your life away

And you call my name each and every chance

And every season I’m looking for slabs

Wanna do my dance but you on the wall

And that’s why I don’t mess with none of yall

Wanna go pink? Gay records you call?

Yeah that’s what you think

I don’t wanna cut you down to the ground

But I won’t be laid low

Wishing that I’m gon be getting down

But for you I just won’t go

Not just flipping my lips

I want you to grow

This ain’t just a punishment

You just got to know

You get a whooping

One day you’ll get yours and I’ll be so proud

But today is not that day

You kill me with your words

But its much too late

And I ain’t hearing what you’ve got to say

Should’ve thought of that stuff yesterday

Be still and move your hands away

Cause it’s time for a whooping

And it’s gonna be that till you obey

I don’t wanna cut you down to the ground

But I won’t be laid low

Wishing that I’m gon be getting down

But for you I just won’t go

Not just flipping my lips

I want you to grow

This ain’t just a punishment

You just got to know

You get a whooping

Elaborate stories better left wrote down

Giving me details and squeeze your nose like a clown

I understand you’ve got this urge to

Purge this information

Make me sick like a patient

It’s my memory your taking

And I can’t keep trackof all these bytes

Wanna hook it up then you should write

But it all adds up and if its not true

I can’t take it from you

Cause my math is tight and my lit

Don’t slip so jot it down

And look back at it

Wanna be on high school script?

Imma make you get degrees for it

I don’t wanna cut you down to the ground

But I won’t be laid low

Wishing that I’m gon be getting down

But for you I just won’t go

Not just flipping my lips

I want you to grow

This ain’t just a punishment

You just got to know

You get a whooping