Kat Dahlia - Clocks

Black night, cocaine
Re-up, make rain
We so about it
Sun down, gold chain
My cup, my Jane
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 you preacher
I'll get this shit started

'Cause when the clock strikes 12
Imma set it off just like I wanna (We so about it)
Baby when the clock strikes 12
We gon turn it up, don't tell your mama (We so about it)
(We so about it)

White noise, propane
Black doors, no name
We so about it
Red lips, no taste
Red eyes, no hate
We so about it
I don't got pajamas
I do what I wanna
I don't give a fuck bitch
I'll sleep in the corner
I live in these streets
I don't care if they haunted
It's hot on my block
If you slip you're a goner

'Cause when the clock strikes 12
Imma set it off just like I wanna (We so about it)
Baby when the clock strikes 12
We gon turn it up, don't tell your mama (We so about it)
(We so about it)

When the clocks strike 12
All the freaks come out and play
When the clock strikes 12
We gon ride it like a train
Don't you wanna ride with me
Come baby come and ride my train
Oh you wanna ride with me

'Cause when the clock strikes 12
Imma set it off just like I wanna (We so about it)
Baby when the clock strikes 12
We gon turn it up, don't tell your mama (We so about it)
(We so about it)

Written by:
KATRIANA HUGUET, MELENI SMITH, SALAAM REMI

Publisher:
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