Cranking out another 90's jam Wish I could do something new
But nobody wants to hear that They just want the classics
You can't blame em really There's something special about your early shit
I gotta grow up And be a real adult
Stop complaining And give the people what they want
Here comes the C.E.O. I gotta keep this rocket in the sky
You know,I was just a kid from
Connecticut alone in my room playing with a Tascam 688. I miss those days
I was happy Tinkering in my room
All those hours Chilling out in my cocoon
* Here comes the C.E.O. I gotta keep this rocket in the sky
I gotta stop thinking like a mad professor cuz it's
It's getting me nowhere It's getting me nowhere
( * )
Here comes the founder and the C.E.O.
I gotta stop thinking like a mad professor cuz it's
It's getting me nowhere It's getting me nowhere
