On those saturdays, when kids go out and play
Yo I was up in myroom, 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

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 till the end?
Or will I crawl away and die?

On those saturdays, when kids go out and play
Yo I was up in myroom, I let the stereo blaze
On those saturdays, when kids go out and play
Yo I was up in myroom, I let the stereo blaze
Its all inside of me
Its all inside of me
Its all inside of me
It's all inside of my head
Its all inside of me
It's coming over me
Its all inside of me
It's all inside of my head

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
Everybody, everybody come on
Everybody come on
Click click boom

Composição: Bob Marlette / Glen Scott / Wayne Swinny