Clocks

Black night, cocaineFree up, make rain, ohWe so about itSun down, gold chainMy cup, my Jane, ohWe so about itWe live up in the jungle,We're cocky, but humbleYou don't wanna rumble,Speak up, bitch! Don't mumble!You want it you got it,Too fly for the partyBitch, I'll be your preacher,I get this shit starteD

When the clock strikes twelveI'mma set it off just like I wannaOh baby, when the clock strikes twelveWe gonna turn it upDon't tell your mama!Yeah, yeah, yeah!

White noise, propaneBlack doors, no name ohhhWe so about it!Red lips no taste,Red eyes no hey, ohWe so about it!I don't got pajamas,I do want I wanna!I don't give a fuck bitch,I'll sleep in the cornerI live in these streets,I don't care if they're hauntedIt's hot on my blockIf you slip you're a goner

When the clock strikes twelveI'mma set it off just like I wannaOh baby, when the clock strikes twelveWe gonna turn it upDon't tell your mama!Yeah, yeah, yeah!Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Cause when the clock strikes twelveAll the freaks come out and play, heyyy!And when the clock strikes twelveWe gonna ride it like a train hey, hey, heyOh, you wanna ride with me hey, heyCome baby ride my trainYou wanna ride with me hey, hey, hey

Cause when the clock strikes twelveI'mma set it off just like I wannaOh baby, when the clock strikes twelveYeah, we gonna turn it upDon't tell your mama!Yeah, yeah, yeah!Yeah, yeah, yeah!We so about it!