C.E.O.

Cranking out another 90s jam
Wish I could do something new
But nobody wants to hear that
They just want the classics
You can't blame them, really
There's something special about your early shit
I've gotta grow up
And be a real adult
Stop complaining
And give the people what they want (What they want!)
Here comes the C.E.O.
I've gotta keep this rocket in the sky (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've gotta keep this rocket in the sky (Gotta keep this rocket in the sky)
I've gotta stop thinking like a mad professor 'cause it's
It's getting me nowhere, it's getting me nowhere
Here comes the C.E.O.
I've gotta keep this rocket in the sky (Gotta keep this rocket in the sky)
I've gotta stop thinking like a mad professor 'cause it's
It's getting me nowhere, it's getting me nowhere
Here comes the founder and the C.E.O.
Whoa (Gotta keep this rocket in the sky)
I've gotta stop thinking like a mad professor 'cause it's
It's getting me nowhere, it's getting me nowhere