chorus: that clock keeps tickin' like a metronome. and my thoughts keep tellin' me to get me home but my balls keep tellin' me to let me OHH OH- just let me OHH that clock keeps tickin' like a metronome. and my thoughts keep tellin' me to get me home but my balls keep tellin' me to let me OHH OH- just let me OHH that clock keeps tickin' like a metronome. and my thoughts keep tellin' me to get me home but my balls keep tellin' me to let me OHH fuck all that shit just let me GO
verse 1: ohhers and tastemakers, makers no chaser gets the blood flowing like a fuckin' pacemaker cut the middleman and inhale the vapors mad men (ha ha) oh ten don drapers cut the jukebox on make sure the woofers blow, blow we gon' sit here until them heffers go, go holler at the tens, then spend a little dough not on them, no, they can buy their own drinks OHHHH work week's done off, 5 days in the bucket fuck it, you got a boss who's a jerk who doesn't? throw on some wu-tang bring the mothafuckin' ruckus there is no pretext we are living and we love it on a budget nevermind, we just nudge it to the side give the kids a little time we are living till' we die we are focused and we hustle but we still be getting high no exception to the rule do what you do to get by CUZ'
verse 2: at a house party gettin' jammed up you are tony danza when they ask whose the fuckin' boss, put your hand up never put it down cuz' you're banging to the anthem 2010 trend put the i-pod on random wonder why it tried to play this instead of hanson probably cuz' it gets the people moving like a handgun just like the little white fellas up in hampden happy easter from the mothafuckas in the mansion