| We believe it’s time to give it a go again, you know the way
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| That me and Zavala do, don’t ever compare us to
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| That war-ferris go round and round that they givin' you
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| That day is most of the coast to coast international boasting fulls
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| The intellectuals don’t know these dudes
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| Who settle to serve others, suppose they’re valets
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| All day they room service, quiet with that ballet
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| Instead we inflict all these words that will never come to pass
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| You know that once that taught «You ought to better think fast»
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| Before you interact can take that leap of faith, fella'
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| Before you’re under the medication, remain mellow
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| Before it starts plummeting hit that reset button
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| We hope to give you something that means something, that lasts Cousin
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| So sit in it, soak in it, poke it and provoke it often
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| Been at it since the crib and will be till the coffin’s dropping
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| I don’t think you will fully understand it
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| The vessel has already landed, so we willful planning
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| To show our self this time around to make you comfortable
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| Step off the craft to shake your hand, we need to refill our fuel
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| And yes, this process is started with you
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| It’s all of you, it begins with you and ends with you
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| Pretends with you or becomes truth, fiction or non
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| Reality or a dreamscape, both off and on
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| I don’t think I have time to wait for you anymore
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| I don’t think I have time to wait for you anymore
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| I don’t think I have time to wait for you anymore
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| I don’t think I have time to wait for you anymore
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| Three Jesus pieces, release the demons
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| Good brief, I’m speechless
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| Facetious till we sequence
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| Never know ordinary orchard
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| Wit' Dark Time Sunshine, abort chores
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| Giving to this peer pressure we gold
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| Each bar was cold, every item assault, time put on hold
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| Those things you been told ‘em really serious
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| You scared of the mold, investigate Alex’s wardrobe and thus fold
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| You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em, all of those forces
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| Are not horses, they’re portions
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| They orphan, always orbiting a family
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| Adoring the warship
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| Circle those trouble waters, defying the pilot’s ordinance
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| So change coordinates, you need a new direction
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| Your compass tinted, lad, you sword’s a dull invention
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| My crossbow flow like mister slow flow
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| Off to the bridges, here we go, so here’s a little more
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| I don’t think you will fully understand it
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| The vessel has already landed, so we willful planning
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| To show our self this time around to make you comfortable
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| Step off the craft to shake your hand, we need to refill our fuel
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| And yes, this process is started with you
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| It’s all of you, it begins with you and ends with you
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| Pretends with you or becomes truth, fiction or non
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| Reality or a dreamscape, both off and on |