Testo C.E.O.

Cranking out another nineties 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 (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 (Uh-oh)
I gotta keep this rocket in the sky (Gotta keep this rocket in the sky)
I 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 (Oh-oh)
I gotta keep this rocket in the sky (Gotta keep this rocket in the sky)
I 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, oh (Gotta keep this rocket in the sky)
I gotta stop thinking like a mad professor 'cause it's
It's getting me nowhere
It's getting me nowhere