Clockworked

[Intro]

So don't think, don't fucking question

So don't think, don't fucking question

So don't think, don't fucking question

So don't think, don't fucking question

So don't think, don't fucking question

So don't think, don't fucking question

So don't think, don't fucking question

So don't think, don't fucking question

So don't think, don't fucking question

So don't think, don't fucking question

[Chorus: Drew York]

Woah, don't think?

Don't think? Don't fucking question it?

No, not even a little bit?

You can go and fuck yourself, I ain't doin' that shit

Woah, don't think?

Don't think? Don't fucking question it?

No, not even a little bit?

You can go and fuck yourself, 'cause I ain't doin' that shit

[Post-Chorus]

So don't think, don't fucking question

So don't think, don't fucking question

[Verse 1: Drew York]

Throw your dreams down the drain

Everyone accepts it, everything's the same

Conditioned, the mission is "stay in your lane"

Decisions are given, you can't remain

Outside the lines, idеntity's a crime

Give the hivе what it needs but I do not believe

Exit doors hold empty promises

And all I want is to exist

[Chorus: Drew York]

Woah, don't think?

Don't think? Don't fucking question it?

No, not even a little bit?

You can go and fuck yourself, I ain't doin' that shit

Woah, don't think?

Don't think? Don't fucking question it?

No, not even a little bit?

You can go and fuck yourself, 'cause I ain't doin' that shit

[Verse 2: Drew York]

Wined and dined to walk the line

A nationwide brain-rot happening in real time

So smooth inside that head, you can't resist

Yeah, you got someone washin' it

Open those eyelids

Your ass got clockworked

Awkward, isn't it? Damn, you've been giving it all

No masters, take the balls off these bastards

They don't run this

[Verse 3: Florent Salfati, Florent Salfati & Drew York]

Écoute, bâtard

You don't wanna see me at your dwelling

Bitch, I gift you the end of days

Burnt on the bullshit you been selling

Break that brick through the window frame

Gimme that gasolina, I got matches that match your name

My protest is never peaceful

Death to my enemies, death to evil, ugh

My protest is never peaceful

Death to my enemies, death to evil

[Chorus: Drew York]

Woah, don't think?

Don't think? Don't fucking question it?

No, not even a little bit?

You can go and fuck yourself, I ain't doin' that shit

Woah, don't think?

Don't think? Don't fucking question it?

No, not even a little bit?

You can go and fuck yourself, 'cause I ain't doin' that shit

[Outro: Drew York]

Woah, open those eyelids, your ass got clockworked

No, open those eyelids, your ass got clockworked

Woah, open those eyelids, your ass got clockworked

No, you can go and fuck yourself 'cause I ain't doin' that shit