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!
Repeat chorus
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