Clocks

Don't mind me, I'm relieving all my inter tension
And you should take it as a warning if I'm in her mentions
I like them bitches that ain't right for me, the ones that move so spitefully
Not healthy, really should of had an intervention

Locked in, been stuck right at my desk, feel like I'm in detention
So focused now, my mind just went in to the fifth dimension
Old money, put it to the side boy we got different pensions
Missing blessings, my life has been a giant hidden message

I won't decipher it
All my feelings die for it
If hating was a crime, you hoes doin life for it
Joint getting passed around, but i ain't getting high for it
I'm Mr. smooth-mover, and write that wit a hyphenate like damn

That's the title & I put that on the bible
'Cause the only christian on my tee, ain't got no verse recitals
And you boys rock that American, swagging like your idol
Opps say they having motion, only seen them bitches idle

Talk
I'm fantastic you can call me Mr.
Fox
Ain't gotta say too much, my music steady
Rocks
Done got some power, you can't measure this in
Watts
No time for lames, won't let you throw away my
Clocks

Waste my time
My biggest peeve is when she tell me that I'm lyin
Do so much reaching that shit gotta hurt ya spine
Tired of talking 'bout it all, but it sound better when I rhyme
Uh

V hanging from my neck, showing too much chest uh
I got this hoe soaking wet, might just need a vest uh
Live with too much self respect, rap like I'm the best uh
Sound like you on house arrest, never in the flesh uh

Poured up root beer in my crib, put some Mug in a mug
What y'all sipping, my lil drank don't got no mud in the cup
Mob, just commit a crime, come & knuck if you buck
Play the games with someone else if you wan' fuck then let's fuck

Smell like pineapple mango, backseat gotta crack a window
Chipotle worker asking me if I want black or pinto
Numbers so crazy, might just have do the math wit Inso
Back to single
Yea, so you know that I'm back to singles

That's the title & I put that on the bible
'Cause the only christian on my tee, ain't got no verse recitals
And you boys rock that American, swagging like your idol
Opps say they having motion, only seen them bitches idle

Talk
I'm fantastic you can call me Mr.
Fox
Ain't gotta say too much, my music steady
Rocks
Done got some power, you can't measure this in
Watts
No time for lames, won't let you throw away my
Clocks

Waste my time
My biggest peeve is when she tell me that I'm lyin
Do so much reaching that shit gotta hurt ya spine
Tired of talking 'bout it all, but it sound better when I rhyme
Uh