B3 Music - On The Clock Lyrics

I wanna rock right now
But the government got me on the clock right now
Got a hundred in my pocket tryna turn it to a thousand
I ain't tryna spend every dime on my rent
I'm tryna make it out but the devil on my back tryna break me down
Get a gallon of the gas from the change in my couch its
Hard to save up when I'm spending to live

Like I'm Michael got the white glove on my hand
I'm a psycho when i see the microphone stand
Could ya please not stand in the way of the plan
They been saying i would fail since the day i came to win
I got stuck with the bars like its jail with the pen
If i went up to mars with guitars then i jammed i would fit in with stars like the way it was meant
To whole industry imma sound alien
I
Look to the sky for the answers
I
Just wanna fly but i can't yet
I
Know the lord will provide
And I
Will never live for a lie
But I
Would really die for the truth
I got powers like I'm Austin every time I'm in the booth
I was put on this earth to do more than get loot
Ion ever speak the nonsense even when I (Noot Noot)

Ha
I'm out here sweating
90 degree weather I'm in a sweatshirt
For what
Just a little chilly in the room sometimes i guess
Or the studio

I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna rock right now
But the government got me on the clock right now
Got a hundred in my pocket tryna turn it to a thousand
I ain't tryna spend every dime on my rent
I'm tryna make it out but the devil on my back tryna break me down
Get a gallon of the gas from the change in my couch its
Hard to save up when I'm spending to live

I been through trauma ill never forget
Pass me the ball and i catch like a mitt
Word of the peace in my mouth like a zyn
This is real life baby i ain't here to make a skit
I can't waste no time for these women
They just want in my bed
They just want in my head
They just wanna see the money in my pocket
Maybe you should get ya own wallet
Tell you i been hoping that right one come around
But until then imma keep making these sounds
Even with a woman imma still throw down
I'm a lighting to ma-queen from the way i kachow
Hit my job for a week
Get a check n cash out
Outta breath on the beat you can catch me pass out
Why you throwing out stones while you in a glass house
I been living that suite life no Cole Sprouse

I wanna rock right now
But the government got me on the clock right now
Got a hundred in my pocket tryna turn it to a thousand
I ain't tryna spend every dime on my rent
I'm tryna make it out but the devil on my back tryna break me down
Get a gallon of the gas from the change in my couch its
Hard to save up when I'm spending to live