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right around the block
Even though I know it's only two o'clock in the afternoon
I'm pretty much stumblin' through the strip feelin' rather blown
Tryna

of regret
Buried by doubt
6 feet deep

The snow is falling
Depression is calling my name
The fog is following me

Summer time is stalling
And the clock is

Through nightmares and dreams
Your physicality is living the unseen
Gravity holds the seams
Take your time by any means

Cause it's more than just a clock

eyes on the watch
Clock ticking against me, but I can't stop
Not now, I've gone too far
Looking around, don't know where we are but I can't go back home

the morning
The night, no sleep kinda boring
And my ride is beat up
Ride this beat up my feet up
Hoping one day to see the world
Go around and repeat my trip

Silent on the move but always aiming for the spot
Came from the struggle now im solid as a rock
Fake love all around but i see thru the plot
Living by

What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock)

Shaquille O'Neal

Gangsta Hip Hop, Vol. 2

1994

for tryin' to take the Schnicks' props
So tick tock around the clock and shock while we lick shots
(Boom!) for goodness sakes the stakes are high
I'm

to the top, 'till the very last drop (yeah)
I'll make you tapes of the rhymes I say
I'm selling sex rhymes by the pound
You horny MCs, won't gather 'round my

my guac
I don’t mean amole
Feel like I’m being watched
I don’t mean a Rollie (Okay)
I’m half past seven o' clock
All by my lonely (Kyuh)
Spit's got

Rocks With Holes

Kimya Dawson

I'm Sorry That Sometimes I'm Mean

2002

The rocks with holes are cold in her pocket
The clock controls the payroll in her rocket
Her eyeballs roll and roll in their sockets
Her teachers

Selling crack up in the alley (trap)
Pull up with the tool and
Spray the whole damn block (spray)
I’m a playboy
Like "In New York I milly rock" (sock)
Hit

ain't built like you they exposed in the light you a rida too got ha own 
When I'm around i provide for you fuck a clock you my rock 
Won't waste witchu

for you

What I need is somebody
Who's really gonna rock by body yea
Don't wanna deal with nobody else
Hanging up pimp pumps on the shelf

Love Jones

The time was telling eight, the stage was high Rate
Read the number plate, I hid behind the gate Then I went around the block, looking at the clock

week is like the climb to the top
Anticipating Friday night							
When the clock strikes five, you can feel yourself drop
'Cause the weekend's about

Big Dreams

Game

Ultimate R&B 2008

2008

the bungalows
Baggin' up rocks the size of melons

That's when the fiends start tellin'
You can catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock like Ellen

(Shit what is next?
Three o'clock, Sunday mornin'
He high, huh?
For sure)

I don't compete with no local niggas, I did it already (I did it

done, that's what they came for
Then the subs start circling the block
Don't know where to stop
Told my nigga Chop to get it done by three O'clock (Three

I thought the clocks misplaced us
Because how could this not be by design
Mist in our eyes, the straits so dire
How could you be so blind?
Mist in our

needles (ah), I don't know 'bout legal (no)
White rocks, I should of been in the Beatles
I spent my whole life trapping (did), never thought I be rapping

What's up Doc? (Can We Rock)

Fu-Schnickens

Mad Flavas: Beats for the Boulevard, Vol. 2

1999

for tryin' to take the Schnicks' props
So tick tock around the clock and shock while we lick shots
(Boom!) for goodness sakes the stakes are high
I'm

By the beard of zeus, im not being obtuse
I was sipping my juice, as i water my roots
Getting fanned by fan palms and living my truth
They were

Stock up on these
Caffeine filled drinks
Skipping my bedtime
More time to think

We got the rocks
We got the stocks
Getting to work now
All around

the shotyy (do do do)
Fuck around imma take ya shawty (Imma take that bitch)

Take her to the top 
While she give me wop
Sippin On the wok
Rollie is my clock