0 Zero Hour
[Verse 1]
Some people do not grow up
I'm talking never man, never man, never man
We're off to Neverland to not grow up
We're off to Neverland
Take me to Neverland

They call me Rocketman like I'll go up
They call me Rocketman, Rocketman, Rocketman
Don't call me Rocketman, I will blow up
Don't call me Rocketman
I am not Rocketman

They told me, "Stop it, man! Whoa, just hold up!"
They told me, "Stop it, man! Stop it, man! Stop it, man!"
I am not stopping til it is over
I am not stopping, man
I cannot stop it, man

We get it poppin' just like a soda
Mountain Dew Code Red, or maybe the Code Blue
Yeah, we get it poppin' to fill our quotas
You like the emojis
We feel like we know you
Now, it's gettin' hot in here like a sauna
Whoa, Nelly, it's hot in here, It's getting hot in here
We make it hot in here, like I told ya
We got a problem, yeah
A definite problem here

Look at what we hittin' when we roll up
Check out the contraband, contraband, contraband
Look at what we whippin' when we roll up
Check out the contraband
Gun it like Contra, man

We just some country men
We love our country, man
Making this money taste sweeter than honey, man
We just some bumble bees honey bees buzzin'
And busily bustilin' hustlin'
Saying it is, when it wasn't
What's up with that?
I am not fussin'
But I am just saying, like, what's up with crack?
What's with this paper worth less than the couple of rubberbands
Wrapped around it that we stack

It comes from the government
So I guess that means that it is legit?
Nah, they're pieces of...
Actual fact, yo
Whose face on the front?
So, give to Caesar what's Caesar's
'cause I'm reppin' Jesus
The rest of the masses can claim what they want
[Hook]
I can wait in line and just pine in the hands of time
I can lose my mind, confined to the hands of time
I can be blind to the outlines of the hands of time
'Cause I'm inclined to unwind in the hands of time

I can wait in line and just pine in the hands of time
I can lose my mind, confined to the hands of time
I can be blind to the outlines of the hands of time
'Cause I'm inclined to unwind in the hands of time

[Verse 2]
Aye
Pencils and pens imparted
I'll never again get carded
There's levels to being an artist
I'll finish what I have started

Boy, I'm just way too, way too
And I'm on my way too, way too
But I got to wait to, wait to
And man, I can't wait, ooh

Man, I'm bout to really feel it, feel it
So, tell me, should I kill it, kill it?
And cook it in a skillet, skillet?
With a fish fillet, fillet, fill it?
Or, slap it on a grill, grill it, grill it?
Or, just put in the freezer, chill it? Will it
Still be waitin' when I come back
Put a pin in it like a thumbtack

Leave it sitting on there on a dumb rack
No one would even know that I've even done that
I call this tack 0 (Zero) Hour
I got a really healthy fear of power
My problems are bigger than the Sears Tower
If only temptation would appear sour
I wouldn't even want to be around her
Sorry to be a downer

But I can see her intention
So I'm in need of redemption
So I'm trying to see her a lot less

Plus, she pleads for attention
That's the key to her engine
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't impressed

But I can see her intention
So I'm in need of redemption
So I'm trying to see her a lot less

Plus, she pleads for attention
That's the key to her engine
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't impressed