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 OH.
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 OH.
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.

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´.

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 OH.
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 OH.
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.

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.

[Break]

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 OH.
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 OH.
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.