AINT CLOCKIN TO YOU

Rap Song: "Bieber's Brain & Ink"

(Intro)
Yo, yo, yo, check the vibe, let’s get it poppin’, Talkin’ ‘bout Bieber, man, his brain’s straight floppin’. Tats lookin’ wild, his wife’s a straight queen, But he’s lost in the sauce, don’t know what it means!
(Chorus)
You’re not gettin’ it, nah, it ain’t clockin’ to you, Bieber’s out here, man, he don’t got a clue. Standin’ on business, but his mind’s on snooze, Rich as phuck, but lost, nowhere to cruise!
(Verse 1)
Justin B, yeah, he swimmin’ in cash, But his brain’s on E, movin’ slow like molasses. Tats on his chest, lookin’ like a doodle, Graffiti on his skin, like a scribbled-up poodle. Wife’s a baddie, Hailey holdin’ it down, Rockin’ that glow, she the talk of the town. But JB’s out here, thoughts stuck in the mist, Ask him what’s good, he like, “Yo, what’s this?”
(Pre-Chorus)
It’s not clockin’ to you, nah, it’s not hittin’ right, Mind’s in the dark, but he chasin’ the light. Standin’ on business? Boy, you trippin’ on bricks, Rich as phuck, but can’t buy no wits!
(Chorus)
You’re not gettin’ it, nah, it ain’t clockin’ to you, Bieber’s out here, man, he don’t got a clue. Standin’ on business, but his mind’s on snooze, Rich as phuck, but lost, nowhere to cruise!
(Verse 2)
Tats on his arms, lookin’ like a bad sketch, Lion, a cross, man, it’s givin’ a mess. Hailey’s a dime, she’s the one that’s the prize, But Justin’s out here with them vacant-ass eyes. “I’m standin’ on business,” boy, what’s that mean? You flexin’ them dollars, but your brain’s unseen. Got stacks on stacks, but no map to roll, Lost in the sauce, with no place to go!
(Bridge)
Yo, JB, wake up, get your head in the game, Tats tell a story, but they spellin’ out “lame.” Hailey’s a queen, she’s the one that’s legit, But you’re missin’ the plot, man, you gotta admit!
(Chorus)
You’re not gettin’ it, nah, it ain’t clockin’ to you, Bieber’s out here, man, he don’t got a clue. Standin’ on business, but his mind’s on snooze, Rich as phuck, but lost, nowhere to cruise!
(Outro)
So what’s it mean, JB? You don’t even know, Pockets full of gold, but your brain’s movin’ slow. Hailey’s holdin’ it down, she the star of the show, But you’re stuck in the fog, with nowhere to go!
Mic drop.