Clockwork

Nah, hoe
Why can't I pick up that phone
Cause me and Kidd Ghost
Gotta get to work
Cook up this verse
Yo Kidd Ghost, you tryna let me go first
Okay, let's go

This ain't a clockwork orange
Why you so damn boring?
I am no Dr. Suess
But I ride the lightning like Zeus
Sippin wine like Jesus
My lord and savior, he'll break you
Come back around and break through
The wall of time and he'll end you

Putting in work and I'm watching this bitch twerk
Go ahead and shake that ass, you need to shake it fast
Shake it for that money
Do that dance for me honey
I'm a rockstar no cobain
Sippin' on that novocain
Can't feel a thing, bitch go ahead and do yo thang

My mind is like clockwork
And that bitch gon make my cock hurt
But ina good way
How bout we link up today
Im on that acid trip
And I'm trippin while I hit, uh

They say my mind is like clockwork, but I gotta get to work
Aye, lock in, lock in
I see you walkin', walkin'
Over on yo way to me, oh you, was passing me
Gotta let it be uh
Getting fucked up on the daily
It's like we faded on the daily

Yeah she wanna be my baby
Yet she drive me fucking crazy
Disrespect me, call me lazy

Woke up ina new bugatti
Drove downtown to see my homies
Just cause you rockin' some gucci
Don't mean you gotta act boujee

Smoking on that loose leaf, I destroyed that fucking pussy
Told you not to fucking touch me, leave yo ass out in the damn streets
Fill the holes like you was SpongeBob
After you hear that .9 pop
I'll make yo fucking body dropped
Killed you and yo bodyguard

I get faded than a hoe
I can never see my bros
Keep me locked up at home
You will never let me go

Hoe
Bros
Home
Go

My mind like clockwork aye
My mind like clockwork aye
My mind like clockwork aye
My mind like clockwork aye
My mind like clockwork aye
My mind like clockwork aye
My mind like clockwork aye



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Writer(s): James Kowalski, Nikkoh Riccardi
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