Clockwork by Eazy Mac Lyrics
[Intro]
How'd you come back to Toronto
A-Are you concerned about that?
If I go back it's-I'm still gonna live how I was living before that's why I'm here still breathing, right?
[Verse 1: Pressa]
Givenchy got me looking like a marker
White, blue, red like Hair-'merica
And I'm a roll a pack soon as the packs done
These niggas they in the stree-
I mix lemonade, Sprite, lemonade
My shoota ...
I pull up on a nigga like talkin shit now
Can't put my Glock down once I put my foot down
I'm in here in the trap doing accapella
Birds in the air call it hella
And my demon he a demon jump out of hell uh
Don't call hell uh, you can such me hella
I'm a take the chance and roll the dice
Little man now you don't drop off your wife
I'm a think about it but never twice
I don't catch feelings, I catch flights
New sport ...
And if you ain't got a gun then you a scrub (loser)
High school shit we flood the mall
On my referee shit I make a call
[Bridge]
I know how to make a song like myself, right?
But, it would be nice to do some collaboration
[Verse 2: Eazy Mac]
Roll up in a Tesla Jeep (beep beep)
Rest in peace Micheal Billie Jean (Hee hee)
Pressa please pass the feta cheese (please please)
Make it crumble on these hoes it's the recipe (Eazy)
Everyday I pop prescription
There could be a novel written
Started from the bottom now I'm on a mission
Younger brother used to bus to school
But now he do it in a Honda Civic
Gold on my teeth from the dentist office (from the dentist office)
Colors in my hair (colors in my hair)
Colors look like Dennis Rodman
In a Footlocker copping a new stock of Adidas
At the mall with your visa and you girl she my mamacita
Watchin her modelin C-cups at the Victoria Secret
Then we got lost in Ibiza tryna find Oreo pizzas
And all these clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes feel like fashion god
And it's hit hit hit hit in my catalog
All these ho ho ho hoes feel like Santa Claus
And it's lit lit lit (It's lit) feel like Travis Scott
Why you mad at all?
I just built a castle for me homies call it camela
I just met these bitches on the insta that do camera
Rockstar fucking porn star where my pamela
Where my pamela?
Fucking porn where my star pamela?
Fucking porn star where my fucking pamela
Rock star fucking porn star where my pamela
Fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking pamela
How'd you come back to Toronto
A-Are you concerned about that?
If I go back it's-I'm still gonna live how I was living before that's why I'm here still breathing, right?
[Verse 1: Pressa]
Givenchy got me looking like a marker
White, blue, red like Hair-'merica
And I'm a roll a pack soon as the packs done
These niggas they in the stree-
I mix lemonade, Sprite, lemonade
My shoota ...
I pull up on a nigga like talkin shit now
Can't put my Glock down once I put my foot down
I'm in here in the trap doing accapella
Birds in the air call it hella
And my demon he a demon jump out of hell uh
Don't call hell uh, you can such me hella
I'm a take the chance and roll the dice
Little man now you don't drop off your wife
I'm a think about it but never twice
I don't catch feelings, I catch flights
New sport ...
And if you ain't got a gun then you a scrub (loser)
High school shit we flood the mall
On my referee shit I make a call
[Bridge]
I know how to make a song like myself, right?
But, it would be nice to do some collaboration
[Verse 2: Eazy Mac]
Roll up in a Tesla Jeep (beep beep)
Rest in peace Micheal Billie Jean (Hee hee)
Pressa please pass the feta cheese (please please)
Make it crumble on these hoes it's the recipe (Eazy)
Everyday I pop prescription
There could be a novel written
Started from the bottom now I'm on a mission
Younger brother used to bus to school
But now he do it in a Honda Civic
Gold on my teeth from the dentist office (from the dentist office)
Colors in my hair (colors in my hair)
Colors look like Dennis Rodman
In a Footlocker copping a new stock of Adidas
At the mall with your visa and you girl she my mamacita
Watchin her modelin C-cups at the Victoria Secret
Then we got lost in Ibiza tryna find Oreo pizzas
And all these clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes feel like fashion god
And it's hit hit hit hit in my catalog
All these ho ho ho hoes feel like Santa Claus
And it's lit lit lit (It's lit) feel like Travis Scott
Why you mad at all?
I just built a castle for me homies call it camela
I just met these bitches on the insta that do camera
Rockstar fucking porn star where my pamela
Where my pamela?
Fucking porn where my star pamela?
Fucking porn star where my fucking pamela
Rock star fucking porn star where my pamela
Fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking pamela