Chorus:
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 ohh

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 ohh

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

Verse 1:
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'

Chorus:
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 ohh

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 ohh

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

Verse 2:
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