On those Saturdays,
when kids go out and play,
yo I was VP in my room I let the stereo blaze,
wasnt faded,
not jaded,
just a kid with a pad and pen and a big imagination.
All this,
I seek,
I find I push the envelope to the line,
make it,
break it,
take it,
until Im overrated.

Click, Click Boom.
Im coming down on the stereo,
hear me on the radio,
click, click boom.
Im coming down with the new style and you know its buck wild.
Click, Click Boom
Im on the radio station touring round the nation,
leaving the scene in devastation.

I can see it in my mind,
I can see it in their eyes.
Its close enough to touch it now,
but far away enough to die.
Click, Click Boom.
What the hell is wrong with me?
My mom and dad werent perfect,
but still you dont hear no cryin ass bitchin from me,
like there seems to be on everybodys CD
so just sit back and relax and let me have your head for a minute,
I can show you something in it,
that has yet to be presented,
oh yeah

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Why have I clouded up my mind,
whys my mother always right,
and will I make it?
Fill the end or will I crawl away and die.
Click, Click, Boom.
Click, Click Boom.
Click, Click Boom.
Click, Click Boom.
On those Saturday when kids go out and play yo I was VP in my room
I let the stereo blaze on Saturdays
when kids go out and play, I was VP in my room
I let the stereo blaze its all inside of me,
its all inside of me.
Its coming over me.
Its all inside of me,
its all inside my head.
Click, Click Boom
Im coming down on the stereo hear me on the radio.
Click Click Boom
Im comin down with the new style you know its buck wild.
Everybody,
Everybody come on.
Click Click Boom