Текст песни Kat Dahlia — Clocks

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Black night, cocaine
Free 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 bumble
Speak up, bitch, don't mumble
You want it you, you got it
Supply for the party
Bitch, I'll be your preacher
I get this shit started!

When the clock strikes twelve
I'mma set it off just like I wanna
Ooh baby, when the clock strikes twelve
We gon' turn it up don't tell your mama

White noise, propane
Black doors, no name
We so about it!
Red lips, no taste
Red eyes, no hay
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're haunted
It's hot on my block
If you slip, you're a goner…

When the clock strikes twelve
I'mma set it off just like I wanna
Ooh baby, when the clock strikes twelve
We gon' turn it up don't tell your mama

'Cuz when the clock strikes twelve
All the freaks come out and play
And when the clock strikes twelve
We gon' ride it like a train
You wanna ride with me
Come, baby, come and ride my train
You wanna ride with me

When the clock strikes twelve
I'mma set it off just like I wanna
Ooh baby, when the clock strikes twelve
We gon' turn it up don't tell your mama

We so about it!

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