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' f*ck then let's f*ck 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