Clockwork

Diggy wake up! Uuuh. Wake up Diggy! Oh

They didn't learn they lesson the first time

Aaah just leave me the fuck alone. Let's go for a drive

No fuck that! Come on, just one drive. Ight. Gimme

Somewhere deep in my mind, the light is flickering

With a bright idea from the cigarette I lit again

Ash it on the carpet 'til it burn a hole within

My empty soul, that I know I'll never see again (Ahh)

Somewhere deep in the night, the sky is trickling

Tear drops from the cloudy lies you left me crippled in

Wash it down with Whiskey and another Ritalin

'Til I finally feel like I'm alive again (Ahh)

Now I'm floating down the highway crazy going 105

Lucky me, no, lucky you, you're lucky that I'm still alive

Pedal to the metal, 'cause the rose petals have settled

To the bottom of the sound underneath the narrows where they nestle

(Ahh)

Late at night, I pay the price of fucked-up lovers in disguise

Who won't ever come to closure, 'cause it's buried in goodbyes

Locked down deeper than the trauma bond that we could never hide

So I guess I'll point the hand up on the clock this time (Ahh)

When the clock strikes twelve

I'm whipping through the city to raise some hell

Another late night, don't post bail

I swear I didn't push her, she just fell (Ahh)

When the clock strikes twelve

I'm whipping through the city to raise some hell

Another late night, don't post bail

I swear I didn't push him, he just fell (Ahh)

Right off the overpass and head first to the freeway

One-way ticket to the pavement, that's where he lay

Blood splatter, but I'd rather watch the blood spray

It don't matter, but I'm glad that's where he stay (Ahh)

If someone don't kill you by then, I know the drugs will

I been hoping the worst for you, Jason, yeah my mind ill

I been throwing these verses up, but at least I'll die real

You been lying and dying to steal, go pop a pill (Ahh)

So, pop, pop, pop 'til you've had enough (Had enough)

Take another one maybe, yeah, just to top it off (Top it off)

Mix it with a little Whiskey 'til you sober up (Sober up)

You will never ever be me, try to focus up (Focus up, ahh)

Yeah, pop, pop, pop, let the gun go off (Gun go off)

Paint another masterpiece, so I can show it off (Show it off)

Yeah, I'll put you on the stage like my other props (Other props)

Just remember, Scott, tick-tock watch the clock (Watch the clock, ahh)

When the clock strikes twelve

I'm whipping through the city to raise some hell

Another late night, don't post bail

I swear I didn't push her, she just fell (Ahh)

When the clock strikes

I'm whipping through the city to raise some hell

Another late night, don't post bail

I swear I didn't push him, he just fell (Ahh)

Do you feel better now Diggy?

Do you? Do you? No, not yet. Okay (Ahh)

See, this whole industry has got me fucked up, tough luck

They bite the hand that feeds 'em, then they want what?

Their dick sucked for doing absolutely nothing, but fuck up

It's yada, yada, yada 'til you have a hit or blow up (Ahh)

Every label ride my dick, 'cause they just want a profit

Every label like your shit, until they see you drop it

Every label quick to sign, just to grow their big design

Take all of your money, like they might as well of lost it (Ahh)

I don't do this shit for payment, I do it for therapy

Lock myself up in a basement just to find some clarity

Running out of time on top momentarily

I guess the clock and I share some similarities (Ahh)

When the clock strikes twelve

I'm whipping through the city to raise some hell

Another late night, don't post bail

I swear I didn't push him, he just fell (Ahh)