Lyrics
Ok here we go
Freestyle friday number nine
Now before you jump the gun on anything
This is suppose to be like a
House party type of song
Like 2004, so sing along when you can
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 oh
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 oh
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 oh
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 (hah) 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 (oh)
Shake that work week 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 cause
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 oh
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 oh
Fuck all that shit just let me go
At a house party gettin' jammed up
You are Tony Danza