Clockwork

Cook it, cook it, cook it, cook it, cook it, cook It, cook it, cook it

My mental longevity, it gets a cooking, here's The recipe, a couple of doses of life and

Maybe add a felony, we learning in the streets, Word to sesame, right when we hit the sheets (so who is Melanie?) uhh

Your evidential relevance does nothing to my Presidents, so circumstantial egos, get the

Fuck up out my residence and fine, maybe in Time, you could see I make you mad, just to

Know I'm on your mind, cause I got to the Point where only money's on mine, am I so

Dead inside, am I living a lie, surprise, pull out A nine, oh god

We can never be the same, cause your glasses Too expensive, so I've yet to speak my

Mind, cause this shit get too extensive, yours Is locked inside a prison, shackles clinking

For attention, yeah you know you in the Wrong, but you still gonna play the victim