On those Saturdays
When kids go out and play
Yo I was up 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
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
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 Saturdays
When kids go out and play
Yo I was up in my room
I let the stereo blaze
On Saturdays
When kids go out and play
I was up 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
Writer(s): Joseph Scott Sappington, Paul Allen Crosby, Wayne A. Swinny, David A. Novotny, Christopher Jon Dabaldo, Robert Roy Marlette
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