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That clock keeps ticking like a metronome And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home But my balls keep telling me to let me oh Oh, just let me oh That clock keeps ticking like a metronome And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home But my balls keep telling me to let me oh Oh, just let me oh That clock keeps ticking like a metronome And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home But my balls keep telling me to let me oh Fuck all that shit just let me go Ohhers and tastemakers, makers no chaser Gets the blood flowing like a fucking 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 (oh) Shake that work week off, five days in the bucket Fuck it, you got a boss who’s a jerk who doesn’t? Throw on some Wu-Tang bring the mothafucking 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 Focused and we hustle but we still be getting high No exception to the rule, do what you do to get by ’cause That clock keeps ticking like a metronome And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home But my balls keep telling me to let me oh Oh, just let me oh That clock keeps ticking like a metronome And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home But my balls keep telling me to let me oh Fuck all that shit just let me go At a house party getting jammed up You are Tony Danza When they ask who’s the fucking boss, put your hand up Never put it down ’cause you’re banging to the anthem 2010 trend put the iPod on random Wonder why I tried to play this instead of Hanson Probably ’cause it gets the people moving like a handgun Just like the little white fellas up in Hampden Happy Easter from the mothafuckers living in the mansion Yea, Freestyle Friday Number Nine. Thanks to Ratatat for letting me steal their beat, it was very kind of them, they’re nice guys. Anyway happy easter weekend I guess, I’m about to go up to Philly. I’ll tell you why I chose this beat, I was driving around, it was really sunny the other day, made me feel like it was a Sunday morning after church as a little kid, when a my pepper used to buy me and my sister slurpies! That clock keeps ticking like a metronome And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home But my balls keep telling me to let me oh Oh, just let me oh That clock keeps ticking like a metronome And my thoughts keep telling me to get me home But my balls keep telling me to let me oh Fuck all that shit just let me go