This is a song about "Alarm clocks"

Pepe le pew my music

Race against the clocks tick

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Head for his office when the alarm starts to ring

Full of shit, like i ate that john

// [you can sound the alarm]

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Tell him i want his charm, i ain't causing no harm, until i set off this alarm,

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

Clocks tick backwards for hours as teachers stand rhyming in reverse,

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

Hourglasses run low on sand, these neverendin clocks tick tock

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock