Clocks - Kat Dahlia

Black night, white lane

Free up, make rain oh

We so about it!

Sun down, gold chain

My cup, my Jane oh

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 your preacher, I get this shit started!

Cause when the clock strikes 12

I’m a set it off just like I wanna

Baby, when the clock strikes 12

We gon' turn it up don’t tell your mama

Yeahehehehehe

We so about it!

White noise, propane

Black doors, no name oh

We so about it!

Red lips no taste, red eyes no hay oh

We so about it…

I don’t got pajamas, I do what I wanna

I’m out for the night, yeah 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…

Cause when the clock strikes 12

I’m a set it off just like I wanna

Baby, when the clock strikes 12

We gon' turn it up don’t tell your mama

Yeahehehehehe

We so about it!

Yeahehehehehe

We so about it!

'Cause when the clock strikes 12, all the freaks come out and play, eeeh

And when the clock strikes 12, we gon' ride it like a train, eeeh eh eh eh

Don’t you wanna ride with me eh eh, come baby come and ride my traiiiin

You wanna ride with me eh eh…

Cause when the clock strikes 12

I’m a set it off just like I wanna

Baby, when the clock strikes 12

We gon' turn it up don’t tell your mama

Yeahehehehehe

We so about it!

Yeahehehehehe

We so about it!

We so about it!