on those saturdays, when kids go out and play, yo i was vp in my room i let the stereo blaze, wasn´t 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 i´m overrated.

click, click boom. i´m coming down on the stereo, hear me on the radio, click, click boom. i´m coming down with the new style and you know it´s buck wild. click, click boom i´m 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. it´s 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 weren´t perfect, but still you don´t hear no cryin ass bitchin from me, like there seems to be on everybody´s 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, why´s 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. it´s coming over me. it´s all inside of me, it´s all inside my head. click, click boom i´m coming down on the stereo hear me on the radio. click click boom i´m comin down with the new style you know it´s buck wild. everybody, everybody come on. click click boom