We'll go to the moon and the stars Wicked, them stars in my ceiling I ease the pain with the dope The wicked clock goes tick-tock Freezing time as it rides down your block 'Cause it's timeless 'Cause it's timeless, you dig?

So I need payback for all the time lost Rolex's don't tick-tock But damn it baby, my time costs And damn it baby, my time is money I need payback for all the time lost Said, I need payback for all the time lost Damn it baby, my time costs Remembering the

Night and day I think of you Day and night Like the beat, beat, beat of the tom tom When the jungle shadows fall Like the tick, tick, tock of the stately clock As it stands against the wall Like the drip, drip, drip of the raindrops When the summer

Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'm-a fight Till we see the sunlight Tick-tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Yeah, you got me DJ, you build me up You break me down

Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'm-a fight Tick-tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Till we see the sunlight Yeah, you got me DJ, you build me up You break me down

Dynabeat all the night Dancing, now all the night Dynabeat, you better keep it grooving Dynabeat, you better keep on dancing Ba, ba-ba-ba, bu-bu-bu-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Tick-tock time, tryna get the tempo Music is my way to make it all go All for one and

Time is waiting We only got four minutes to save the world No hesitating You gotta get in line, hop Tick tock tick tock tick tock Don't be a pretty Madonna, uh If you want it You already got it If you thought it

Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop) Audemars don't go tick-tock (Tick-tock) Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch) Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc) Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah) Treat the Gucci store

Hey kids, rock and roll Nobody tells you where to go, baby Tick-tock, tick-tock Nobody tells you what to do, baby Hey, kids, where are you? Hey kids, shake a leg Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby Maybe I ride, maybe you walk Maybe I drive to get off,

And we can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels At every hour goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as They stared us down when we met in the emergency room And in our beds, I could hear you breathe with help from cold machines Every hour, on