C.E.O.

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