This is a song about "Clock"

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

We love for a while then a light goes

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Plot, it thickens, yo the clock is tickin', poppin' sick shit,

And if i speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

These jobs you work around the clock, they make you go insane,

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

I try not to obey them at anytime

I'm racing against the clock, i'm ahead of my time