Woke up this morning
With a little birdie in my head
Little birdie said, no you don’t
Get your back back in bed.
My feet start running
But they ain’t even hit the floor
Tell myself nothing’s wrong
As I walk out the door
And I know I’m just nine to overtime
And I know I’m just barely alive
And I, I know when I get home tonight
You’re gonna want some baby
But the feeling ain’t right.
Sold my mojo to become a clone
Not that little dirty rascal that I used to know
The man in the back thinks its pretty funny
But he can’t really laugh with a mouthful of money
My suits so grey man
The street it starts talking to me
Looking all around but our eyes
They forgot how to meet
And I know I’m just nine to overtime
And I know I’m just barely alive
And I, I know when I get home tonight
You’re gonna want some baby
But the feeling ain’t right.
Sold my mojo to become a clone
Not that little dirty rascal that I used to know
The man in the back thinks its pretty funny
But he can’t really laugh with a mouthful of money
I'm ready for the beat now
(Catch me 'fore I hit the ground oh no)
Sold my mojo to become a clone
Not that little dirty rascal that I used to know
The man in the back thinks its pretty funny
But he can’t really laugh with a mouthful of money
Sold my mojo to become a clone
Not that little dirty rascal that I used to know
The man in the back thinks its pretty funny
But he can’t really laugh with a mouthful of money
Sold my mojo to become a clone
Sold my mojo to become a clone
Sold my mojo to become a clone
Sold my mojo to become a clone
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