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 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