Текст песни Clockwork - Diggy Graves

Diggy wake up! Uuuh. Wake up Diggy! Oh
They didn't learn they lesson the first time
Aaah just leave me the fuck alone. Let's go for a drive
No fuck that! Come on, just one drive. Ight. Gimme

Somewhere deep in my mind, the light is flickering
With a bright idea from the cigarette I lit again
Ash it on the carpet 'til it burn a hole within
My empty soul, that I know I'll never see again (Ahh)

Somewhere deep in the night, the sky is trickling
Tear drops from the cloudy lies you left me crippled in
Wash it down with Whiskey and another Ritalin
'Til I finally feel like I'm alive again (Ahh)

Now I'm floating down the highway crazy going 105
Lucky me, no, lucky you, you're lucky that I'm still alive
Pedal to the metal, 'cause the rose petals have settled
To the bottom of the sound underneath the narrows where they nestle
(Ahh)

Late at night, I pay the price of fucked-up lovers in disguise
Who won't ever come to closure, 'cause it's buried in goodbyes
Locked down deeper than the trauma bond that we could never hide
So I guess I'll point the hand up on the clock this time (Ahh)

When the clock strikes twelve
I'm whipping through the city to raise some hell
Another late night, don't post bail
I swear I didn't push her, she just fell (Ahh)

When the clock strikes twelve
I'm whipping through the city to raise some hell
Another late night, don't post bail
I swear I didn't push him, he just fell (Ahh)

Right off the overpass and head first to the freeway
One-way ticket to the pavement, that's where he lay
Blood splatter, but I'd rather watch the blood spray
It don't matter, but I'm glad that's where he stay (Ahh)

If someone don't kill you by then, I know the drugs will
I been hoping the worst for you, Jason, yeah my mind ill
I been throwing these verses up, but at least I'll die real
You been lying and dying to steal, go pop a pill (Ahh)

So, pop, pop, pop 'til you've had enough (Had enough)
Take another one maybe, yeah, just to top it off (Top it off)
Mix it with a little Whiskey 'til you sober up (Sober up)
You will never ever be me, try to focus up (Focus up, ahh)

Yeah, pop, pop, pop, let the gun go off (Gun go off)
Paint another masterpiece, so I can show it off (Show it off)
Yeah, I'll put you on the stage like my other props (Other props)
Just remember, Scott, tick-tock watch the clock (Watch the clock, ahh)

When the clock strikes twelve
I'm whipping through the city to raise some hell
Another late night, don't post bail
I swear I didn't push her, she just fell (Ahh)

When the clock strikes
I'm whipping through the city to raise some hell
Another late night, don't post bail
I swear I didn't push him, he just fell (Ahh)

Do you feel better now Diggy?
Do you? Do you? No, not yet. Okay (Ahh)

See, this whole industry has got me fucked up, tough luck
They bite the hand that feeds 'em, then they want what?
Their dick sucked for doing absolutely nothing, but fuck up
It's yada, yada, yada 'til you have a hit or blow up (Ahh)

Every label ride my dick, 'cause they just want a profit
Every label like your shit, until they see you drop it
Every label quick to sign, just to grow their big design
Take all of your money, like they might as well of lost it (Ahh)

I don't do this shit for payment, I do it for therapy
Lock myself up in a basement just to find some clarity
Running out of time on top momentarily
I guess the clock and I share some similarities (Ahh)

When the clock strikes twelve
I'm whipping through the city to raise some hell
Another late night, don't post bail
I swear I didn't push him, he just fell (Ahh)