Seattle, Illinois, Chicago, Washington, good day!
We believe it's time to give it a go, we're getting overweight.
That me and Zavala do, don't ever compare us two
That warfare is well rounded, round up, they getting you.
That day is most of your coast to coast international,
Boasting fulls, the intellectuals don't know this, dudes
Who settle to serve others, just punching valet,
All day they room service, quite good at ballet.
Instead we inflict all those words that will never come to pass,
You know them ones they taught you, ought to, better think fast.
Before you interact and take that leap of faith, fella',
Before you undergo medication, remain mellow.
Before it starts bumpin and hit that reset button,
We hope to give you something that means something,
That lasts, cousin.
So sit in it, soak in it, poke it and provoke it after,
Ran at it, "is this the crib?", it will be 'till the coffins dropping.
I don't think you will fully understand it,
The vessel has already landed, so we rove a planet.
Don't show ourselves this time around to make you comfortable,
Step off the craft and shake your hand, we need to refill our fuel.
And yes, this process we follow with you,
It's all of you, it begins with you and ends with you.
Pretends with you it becomes a truest fiction or not,
Reality or a dreamscape, both off and on.
I don't think I have time to wait for you anymore
I don't think I have time to wait for you anymore
I don't think I have time to wait for you anymore
I don't think I have time to wait for you anymore
Three Jesus pieces, release the demons.
Good grief, I'm speechless.
Fecetious till we sequence,
Never no ordinary orchard, we
Dark Time Sunshine abort your
Give in to this peer pressure, we gold
Each bar was cold, every item is sold, time put on hold.
Those things,
You've been told are really serious and stared at the mold,
Investigate Alex's wardrobe and thus fold.
You got no one to hold 'em all of those forces,
Are not horses, they portions,
They orphan, always orbiting a family,
Adoring the worship.
Circled those troubled waters, defying the pilots ordinance.
So change coordinates, you need a new direction,
You're competented lad, you're swords is all invented.
My cross bow flow like mister slow flow bro,
Off to the bridges, here we go, so here's a little mo'.
I don't think you will fully understand it,
The vessel has already landed, so we rove a planet.
Don't show ourselves this time around to make you comfortable,
Step off the craft and shake your hand, we need to refill our fuel.
And yes, this process we follow with you,
It's all of you, it begins with you and ends with you.
Pretends with you it becomes a truest fiction or not,
Reality or a dreamscape, both off and on.