Get a grip, hold on to his words Or make a scene, Watch It all goes to waste oh Its all a part of the gig. Its all a part of the gig. Take a trip, forget to take a bite Before you hit, to something that is too deep It's all a part of the gig. Its all a part of the gig. Take control without controling You can see what is coming Beyond your emotion, far from your illusion She fell in love for the first time in her own rhymes