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Just a couple more, tick-tock, tick-tock,
Tick-tock, tick-tocks, tick-tocks, tick-tocks, yup,
And I’m bout to explode,
Wick lit, I sit, sick of this sickness,
And all I hear is tick, tick, tick,
I think I’m bout to explode,
Something ain’t right with me,
Because everyday is looking like night to me, yup
I said something isn’t right with meeee,
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, I think I’m bout to explode.

But I’m not really sure if I can help it,
Or if I’d even want to, immature as I am selfish,
And many say I’m shellfish, crabby in the best of moods,
Maybe that’s because I’m locked up, snapping and destitute,
These things can get to you; no-one’s regretting you’re gone,
They just move on and work their hardest at forgetting you,
Hating when you collect call, they’re always pressing 2,
And when they don’t accept you feel they’re actually rejecting you,
Maybe it’s true, probably not, I’m probably nuts,
Probably why, I’m properly held, the problem is me so I gotta be stuck,
In this place that I hate, wondering if, I’ll ever be great, cause that’d be great,
But if it’s my fate, I’m cutting it close, suffering slow, struggling to create,
Just call me time bomb, cause even armless and weaponless,
I’m armed and I don’t care who I harm,
Wick burning quick, I think it’s halfway finished,
Frustrated, bout to snap any minute…

Just a couple more, tick-tock, tick-tock,
Tick-tock, tick-tocks, tick-tocks, tick-tocks, yup,
And I’m bout to explode,
Wick lit, I sit, sick of this sickness,
And all I hear is tick, tick, tick,
I think I’m bout to explode,
Something ain’t right with me,
Because everyday is looking like night to me, yup
I said something isn’t right with meeee,
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, I think I’m bout to explode.

So you can view me like a psyche ward supernova,
But I probably wouldn’t change a thing if I could do it over,
It wouldn’t be me, wouldn’t be Josh, wouldn’t be Nick;
Wouldn’t be which? Couldn’t be both, I wouldn’t know, their saying that I’m sick,
I’m saying who isn’t, who’s never been sick of this living, I’m guessing that everyone has for a minute,
So after a minute, you might feel better, but I’m just one of the lads, who didn’t,
I’m sick, sick, sick, yup all I hear inside my head is tick, tick, tick, yup,
Go ahead and do the math, arithmetic, yup, Devil marked my soul with a 666, it’s how I spit this slick,
I’m not with this shit, nooo, all I had was freedom on my Christmas list, nooo,
Tried to reason with ‘em, said I’m fixed, fixed, fixed, nooo, they ain’t let me go, so I tripped, tripped, Tripped, and got my Ketamine fix,
I can feel it building up, fuse burning to it’s last inch,
I’m caught between feeling like I’m plastique and plastic.

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from Sonic Therapy: Missed the Cut Vol​.​1, released October 30, 2014
Produced, Recorded, Mixed & Mastered By: A. Tanton (Madhattr)
Lyrics & Performance By: N. Latella (Ngajuana)

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A product of London, Ontario, Ngajuana stays active in the Canadian Hip-Hop scene. Ngajuana is a proud founding member of the Canadian collective Dreamsters Union. Boasting nearly 600 songs, 6 albums (and counting), 200 shows and multiple awards won, consistency is no surprise; it's to be expected. ... more

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