<Kat Dahlia> page <My Garden> album page |
ClocksBlack night, white laneFree up, make rain oh We so about it! Sun down, gold chain My cup, my Jane oh We so about it... We live in the jungle, we cocky but humble You don't wanna rumble, speak up bitch don't mumble You want it you got it, supply for the party Bitch, I'll be your preacher, I get this shit started! Cause when the clock strikes 12 I'm a set it off just like I wanna Baby, when the clock strikes 12 We gon' turn it up don't tell your mama Yeahehehehehe We so about it! White noise, propane Black doors, no name oh We so about it! Red lips no taste, red eyes no hay oh We so about it... I don't got pajamas, I do what I wanna I'm out for the night, yeah I'll sleep in the corner I live in these streets, I don't care if they're haunted It's hot on my block, if you slip you're a goner... Cause when the clock strikes 12 I'm a set it off just like I wanna Baby, when the clock strikes 12 We gon' turn it up don't tell your mama Yeahehehehehe We so about it! Yeahehehehehe We so about it! 'Cause when the clock strikes 12, all the freaks come out and play, eeeh And when the clock strikes 12, we gon' ride it like a train, eeeh eh eh eh Don't you wanna ride with me eh eh, come baby come and ride my traiiiin You wanna ride with me eh eh... Cause when the clock strikes 12 I'm a set it off just like I wanna Baby, when the clock strikes 12 We gon' turn it up don't tell your mama Yeahehehehehe We so about it! Yeahehehehehe We so about it! We so about it! |