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Toxic" Catch a fire, fire it up. Corrupt, stirring it up. Itís burning hot, drifting, Hitting every slot, With a drop kick, itís toxic. Trouble, like your girl in a mosh pit. Iíve lost it. And thatís the only way that we rock shit. Banging heads and ripping threads. If I wasnít rocking shows, Iíd be better off dead. With a one, two. One word can destroy your whole crew. And thatís toxic. CHORUS: Toxic, loud and obnoxious. Crazy Townís toxic. With that, rock your block Shit. Toxic, popping more lip. We love to talk shit. Rocking your block with that. Straight out the block shit. Toxic. A Buddha, ballistic. Blacklisted, twist of fate. My vocalís fatal. As naughty block concoctions Rock your cradle. I thought Iíd wait Ďtil The timing was right, To ignite, Cause people like me We only come out at night. I rock the main line And party with fine bitches. Which is a dirty job But somebodyís got to do it. So, whoís the crew with? More hos than vivid. Lyrics explicit. So, fuck the critics. We leave them hanging Like INXS. CHORUS Toxic thresholds of Colombian gold. You canít roll how we roll. We possess your soul And push the panic. Is it godly or satanic? Toxic or organic? Manic minds refined or frantic. Just the way we planned it. See, we be stomping around The planet. And we stand alone. We infiltrate your chromosomes No clone. Our DNA has got a strain Of its own. And itís toxic. CHORUS "Think Fast" You know that bitch baby. Heís talking shit about our clique. But he donít know crazy. You see the writing on my dick. You know that trick, Tracey. Yeah, sheís making me sick. Living that life, We used to do the same shit. Shit gets drastic. Some kids need help. Some need their ass kicked. And some will never learn To earn their own way Living off their daddy. Had he not been rich, Theyíd be broker than a joke And forced to switch Youíve got to change your tune Or change your pitch. Because life ainít easy man, Lifeís a bitch. Shit is harder than hard About as hard can get. Keep on going where youíre headed Youís alive to regret it Yes it hurts To face the truth. And realize that the worldís Got your neck in a noose. If things ainít like they ought to be Youíve got to think fast. The aftermath Of your actions whiplash. I know you all tired of these Wanna-be thugs claiming they real Be running, grabbing their steel Thinking theyíre going to peel. My niggas cap. Roaming the streets with black hats, Chrome straps. Sipping on brew Ready to react Off any nigga they see. That nigga could be me. Capitol I.C.E. Got a mother fucking .357 To put eleven holes in their chest. Thinking they could test A real rider from the west. I roll flossiní. Me and my girlfiend Nina Ross and The ghettoís been good to me But youíve got to take precautions. Brothers get got when they least Expect it or neglect it. Youíll never catch the dirty In the streets without protection. Nowadays You got to pull shit. Haters on some bullshit. Jumpiní out of cadillacs And low lows with a full clip. If your tool spits Shake the spot or get your duck on. ĎCause if you press your luck on, Stupid is what youíre stuck on. That girl Sheila got a daughter. She be clubbing every night. Sheila had her daughter young. Still that just ainít right. Plus she rides the white horse, She used to ride my pony. If I hit it now, Iíd break it ĎCause Sheilaís just too bony. Smoking speed released the lions. Iím not lying. Iím not sober. Iím still trying. Hiding the truth With substitutes a hundred proof. A fuck up. Face it. One of L.A.ís wasted youth. Label me As an enemy of the law. The lost star. My familyís not too happy With the trouble that Iíve caused. See, we be breaking the law, Smoking on non-menthols, Thinking fast so Iím ready For any all out brawls. And yo, brothers get your hustle on. Ballers and get your shit tight. House parties get shot up. And turned up before midnight. Drive-bys and fistfights. Zig zags and crack pipes. Thereís a fifty fifty chance That tonight will be your last night. "Darkside" Dreamlands of danger Darkside pleasures Bad behavior Dreamlands of danger Darkside pleasures At their best (X2) Punk rock, shell toes, Horns and halos. Wicked white wings and And pointed tails. Devilís eyes and nine inch nails Nocturnal renegades. The eternal drug raid. I go by the name of Mr. Shifty switchblade. Getting paid in the shade, As lyrics ricochet, Off the walls From the ceiling to the floor, Off the door And down the hall. Iím evil like Knievel Kicking white trash. Psycho cerebral, palsy, ballsy Bad ass. Dressed in black, From the wrong side of the tracks. Crazy Town. Yo, we strike like deep impact. CHORUS: Why canít you see? I cannot feel Ďtil you bring Me down. Dream lands of danger. Darkside pleasures Bad behavior. Dream lands of danger. Darkside pleasures At their best. My subconscience launches me Into evil territory. Iím surrounded by Voyeurs And crack smoking lawyers. No shame. Burnt lips, Tripping on acid rain. Legally insane, deranged, Some people never change. CHORUS Nasty na na, ha, ha Darkside marijuana. Fueled of the drama. Drifting on the darkside. Iím the black eye bomber. Do what I do on a darkside Rendezvous. Raising hell, out the shell. Of fantasies I never tell. Dispersiní untamed perversion. My bad brainís working, Circle jerking, rocking riddles, Sex pistol, sexperts Acting uncivil. CHORUS "Black Cloud" Now people say Iím jinxed. I got some kind of voodoo hex. Life is so complex. Thereís no telling what can happen next. Life on the edge, Fuels the sickness in my head. It imbeds the type of thoughts That got a lot of brothers dead. The smarter brother knows To keep his foes close. And Iím the type of brother Thatís smarter than most. A cold hearted overdose Of lyrical antidotes. The cure to make sure My karma canít take me down. Up to the same old tricks. I wonder if Iíll stick around. Is a penny really lucky If you find it on the ground? Whatís the problem with this town? I canít figure it out. My karmaís crashing down In the form of a black cloud. CHORUS: Iíve got a little black cloud That follows me. Everywhere I go, It takes over me. (X2) Iím sick. Iíve got a real ill disposition. My intentions are pure But thereís a cure for my condition. My decisions Put me in the wrong positions. Chasing pipe dreams Of fame and recognition. The Epic. Not only a name, A definition. My game remains no matter the pain. I stay the charmer. The Don of Karma. I navigate it like the Dalai Lama I ainít a saint. But Iíve got Joi de vie And Iím the one to blame If the cloud rains on me. I canít complain about it Or even let regret Provoke the energy it takes For me to get upset. A bad boy since birth So I canít forget What goes around Comes around And it ainít got me yet. Iíve gotten wise in my age And tamed the threat of my rage. Iíve got a lot to learn And Iíve got money to spend. To pretend is reaping more Than sewing ever could mend. CHORUS Trade my torches for a dime The pressureís fading away now Black cloudís lifted for the light The pressureís fading away now. A thousand cigarettes Wonít change the way we feel. The pressureís fading now Can you bare the thought of knowing truth? Knowing truth. I was rapping in the rain, Hoping that my luck would change. And if thereís any truth To all those old sayings. Cuz if I killed a spider, Would my house catch on fire? If I walked under a ladder Would it matter? I tend to laugh When black cats cross my path. Break mirrors in half Just to test the aftermath Now here comes rain. I project my pain. Trying to make sense Of these crazy things. Iím a diamond in the rough. Could I suffer enough? Iím getting high for a living, Not giving a fuck. These hard times got me stuck. Stuck in a jam Iím the monkey on your back And the crack in the dam. Disastrous Took time to master this. And the past Is just a map to capture this. In the darkness. Iím forced to adapt to this. I would change the past If I could have one wish. "Butterfly" Come my lady Come come my lady You're my butterfly Sugar baby Come my lady Come come my lady You're my butterfly Sugar baby Such a sexy, sexy pretty little thing Fierce nipple pierce you got me sprung with your tongue ring And I ain't gonna lie cause your loving gets me high So to keep you by my side, there's nothing that I won't try Butterflies in her eyes and the looks to kill Time is passing I'm asking could this be real? Cause I can't sleep, I can't hold still The only thing I really know is she got sex appeal I can feel, too much is never enough You're always there to lift me up when these times get rough I was lost, now I'm found Ever since you've been around You're the women that I want So yo I'm putting it down Come my lady Come come my lady You're my butterfly Sugar baby Come my lady Yo my pretty baby I'll make your legs shake You make me go crazy Come my lady Come come my lady You're my butterfly Sugar baby Come my lady Yo my pretty baby I'll make your legs shake You make me go crazy I don't deserve you Unless it's some kind of hidden message To show me life is precious Then I guess it's true But to tell truth I really never knew till I met you See I was lost and confused Twisted and used up Knew a better life existed but thought that I missed it My lifestyle's wild, I was living like a wild child Trapped on a short leash paroled the police files So yo what's happening now? I see the sun breaking in through dark clouds And a vision of you, standing out in a crowd Come my lady Come come my lady You're my butterfly Sugar baby Come my lady Yo my pretty baby I'll make your legs shake You make me go crazy Come my lady Come come my lady You're my butterfly Sugar baby Come my lady Yo my pretty baby I'll make your legs shake You make me go crazy Hey sugar momma, come and dance with me The smartest thing you ever did was take a chance with me Whatever tickles your fancy Girl it's me and you like Sid and Nancy So sexy, almost evil Talkin' about butterflies in my head I used to think that happy endings were only in the books I read But you made me feel alive when I was almost dead You filled that empty space with the love I used to chase And as far as I can see it don't get better than this So butterfly here is a song and it's sealed with a kiss And a thank you miss Come my lady Come come my lady You're my butterfly Sugar baby Come my lady Yo my pretty baby I'll make your legs shake You make me go crazy Come my lady Come come my lady You're my butterfly Sugar baby Come my lady Yo my pretty baby I'll make your legs shake You make me go crazy Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Uh huh, uh huh Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come and dance with me "Only When I'm Drunk" I get drunk and I stumble to the phone Conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone Fucked up, tore back, I need to take a piss Only when I'm drunk I sing a song like this My grandma and your grandma, sittin' by the fire Hold on, turn that beat off! Nah, keep it going Crazytown, yo y'all just not known' I get drunk and start talking more shit And when I got a gun in my hand You better get out Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be Forget trying to rationalize, cover your eyes I get, uh! Damn I'm drunk! I need a chunk, no better yet A hunk of that funk I get, uh! Damn I'm drunk! I need a chunk, no better yet A hunk of that funk Yeah I'm good bad, dope I'm freaky fresh I make hip-hop fans say yes, yes Crazy's comin' through you know we're gonna blow up Hold up, wait, I think I'm gonna throw up Nah, false alarm I'm getting all ladies with my cool charm When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk Yeah, but only when I'm drunk Yeah, only when I'm drunk Only when I'm drunk It happens only when I'm drunk It goes, one for the chronic two for the amnesia I'm that crazy white boy with the drinks in the freezer Bust a one out, two out blitz type of rapper That will get you out of your seat quicker than a car jacker Sippin' colt forty fever when I'm coolin' with my people Got ho's in east Columbus when I'm Billy D. Rico "Cause I move like I'm smooth like Like I'm Harry Belafonte Lookin' for them suckers that jumped my homey Le Le All up in this bitch with the Gin and Tanqueray dink like Mr.Wendal smoke bud like Dr Dre. But that's cause I'm old enough to do that of shit God damn, I gotta piss I pass the mic to Mr. Shift I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me I'm trippin' it must be that brew that I was sippin' Kickin' in, guess I shouldn't have mixed it with the Gin Cause when I'm laying on my back I can feel the room spin One too many, I reckon Feelin' I got to hurl any second Want to get up but can't move Feels like I'm stuck in a groove What the fuck was I trying to prove I got a knack for downin' four-o's All the hos know them doobie bros People call me shift I keep a fifth in my trunk I might fuck an ugly bitch, but only when I'm drunk Yeah, only when I'm drunk Only when I'm drunk It happens only when I'm drunk "Hollywood Babylon" If you got an itch to catch some havoc. Thereís mayhem in the plastic. City of La La, I mean the land of holy Zsa Zsa The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks Of people like sheep, those with dredlocks To jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks A la cafBambatta flashy fashion. Imagine crashing bashes with bitches That be bad and wishing for the fame And recognition. Theyíre on a mission for self, baby Weíre like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep. We got the beats that are hot. Weíre like clinique. Foundation resonates when I speak. And if by chance, you catch it Then listen, the wisdom Epic, open hitting, choking up. Youíve done it now and woken up. The giant scientist of hits That make you jump like a lunatic On pogo sticks, waving your fists. So, if youíre catching a fit. I donít really know but you better scram, Hurry in a double. CHORUS: It goes on On and on and on Hell raising Hollywood Welcome to Babylon On and on and on and on The party donít stop Ďtil the Mysteryís gone. Iíve seen it all, Iíll see it again. I shake a lot of hands But I donít got a lot of friends. It goes on. On and on and on. Hell raising Hollywood, Welcome to Babylon. Live from the city of lights. Sunny days and late nights. Dope, designer drugs, porn stars And bar fights. I drop. Makes the bells rock. Iím Mr. Shifty Shellshock Call me the man of the hour In the land of the lost. Taking the money and the power. CXT, we hold our own All eyes on us. Crazy rise rain like brimstone, Kicking up dust. I grab the mic with a firm hold In a world of shattered goals, Pot holes, broke folks and Bank roll. Pole position. Daddy rolling, rolling causing Havoc. So, ready set. Iím more than set Like Morissette, to Maverick Got a, sheís got to have it, habit. Sick, I leave them stuck. Iím getting high for a living, Not giving a fuck. CHORUS Iím screaming out the call of the wild. Iím speaking in tongues. I am the child of the sun. The power of one. I beat the drums Of the Crazy Town click. Itís the third eye sitting on the tip. Of the pyramid flipped. Now I see a little shotty, Illuminatti front. Dead bodies in my trunk. Unraveling the source, I travel into self. You gauge my wage And then you try to debate my wealth. The consequences linger And Iím fingering the perpetrators. Hey yo, my nature was bred On the cross fader. Itís the 7th house. Armageddon trudger. Ready for death, Itís the brimstone slugger. CHORUS "Face the Music" Now, we push rhymes, crazy rhymes Words force fed to your mind. Trace the source brother, brother. Face the music, donít confuse it for another. Nothing comes close to this Kiss the sky. These grands change hands As our fans multiply. We push rhymes. People gather Ďround when we Kick them. Go Boy, Shifty stick Ďem. Ha ha ha stick Ďem. Burning bridges, smoking ism, Losing my religion, Shooting the breeze, We got these MCís ass kissing. If you canít take the heat, Then get your ass out of the kitchen. I freak it off the wall. Cramminí, slamminí points of view Into your fucking skull. Bitch, thatís why we stick Ďem. CHORUS: Stick Ďem Ha ha ha stick Ďem Ha stick Ďem, ha ha ha stick Ďem. Stick Ďem, ha ha ha stick Ďem Stick Ďem, stick-em, stick Ďem. Stick Ďem, ha ha ha stick Ďem. Ha stick Ďem, ha ha ha stick Ďem. Well, I tapped you on the spinal With an anesthetic. Epic is the definition Written into grooves of vinyl. Itís called survival, When I drop the stylish into friction. Techtonic traits. Drifting like the plates, It shakes like the quakes in Cali. The mystic Majaraji. Mission of the kamikaze comeback kid. Producer super status. Iím here to claim my reign As the baddest beat peddler. So, place your bet middler. The roof is a blaze. And yo, weíre smoking out the fiddler. Weíre sipping on a hundred proof liquor. Welcome to the dooms day dawning. Hot like the sun. No time to relax. We pack the doomsday gun. CHORUS Call me a drifter, richter. When I hit you with the stick Ďem. Iím talking shit. The pit starter. A wanted man. The one who cuffed your daughter To my bed stand AND I talk a lot of shit because I know a lot of shit I know, I said Iíd quit. But I just want another hit. Itís madness. Pimping like Gladys, The baddest. Maintain our status. That is no question. Releasing tension, As we step into the seventh dimension. This jabber jawís, jaws are slapping. Weís whatís happening. Bones are breaking And fingers snapping. The pressureís on With non-stop action. Whether banging your head Or steady maxing. CHORUS "Lollipop Porn" Dancing with the devil on the 13th floor Non stop knocking on heavenís door Thinking faster flirting with disaster plastered Iím your puppet master pushiní proper data Watch the city steal your soul as the drugs take control And the problems of the world put your life on hold You should have known by now that it just donít stop You like that rock hip-hop you make me grab my crotch CHORUS: I got a lollipop porn bitch Dead on arrival A hardcore sex bitch turned Suicidal All caught up now taking my chances playing my song While the devil dances Ďround me begginí me to play along Now over the years Iíve learned to love the pain Iím what you call a ladykiller with the gift of game Triple X true that you do dat dat Let it ride bring it back over 24 tracks Weíre gonna rock the fuckiní block tonight Weíre gonna rock that shit gonna make it right Diggi, diggi damn right, weís dynomite So we can do this or you can do what you like I grab the mic and make it mine I grab the mic and make it hype So we can do this, or you can do what you like CHORUS Riding on the 3rd rail, taking risks, life is risky The ďEĒ stands for Epic and the ďSĒ stands for Shifty So let the good times roll, thereís no controlling us Walking on water and kicking up dust The boisterous, causing panic in the land of lust The shellshock lollipop crazy down to make your body rock Sugar I love the way your body talks Now, whoever said that sex was overrated Love leaves me devastated, lifeís so fuckiní complicated Shifty say what, Epicís a beat slut And I got so many rhymes I canít keep my mouth shut CHORUS "Revolving Door" CHORUS: Now Ladies come, ladies go, Out my revolving door Some ladies never come back, Most come back for more. Iíve got a house in the hills With a door that spins. Goes in and out, Out and in, ĎRound and Ďround again. I live a life these player haters Would love to be living. Since a kid, Iíve been surrounded By beautiful women. And slippení in them To win them The unforgiven. Still somethingís missing, Cuz deep inside Iím suffering Of a lonely heart condition. Wishing I could find a girl That would take me away From the chaos of the city And the everday part that I play. Tell me why lay low, Why say no When I got girls serenading at My window. Ladies good to go Weís major league The new breed. No so-so. Highly advanced and got the game To get in any girlís pants. And romance her stone Cuz I more than hold my own They call me Shifty Capone I make them moan Yes, Iím the one. Between the sheets, I amaze and stun. Ainít no need for me to brag About the way that Iím hung. Letís just say I got the skills To get the flyest girl sprung. Or to take and make An older lady feel young. CHORUS I keep my girls in rotation, Door rotating. You looking for a good time, Iím always on vacation. You could stop by baby, If you want to try your luck. But donít waste my time, Unless youíre down to fuck. Unless youíre coming back for more, Well then you know whatís up. You know the routine Girl, youíre not the one. Youíre just a one night fling. Some ass to hold this casanova over. Till the right girl pass, Iíll drop this lifestyle fast. Cuz what Iím really looking for Is the one will last And make my present past. My adolescence surpassed. By the will to chill, Iím looking for something real. In a world of fake hos in high heels Iíll drop hot wax on your nipples, Causing trouble. And when you ride me, Yo, Iíll be throwing up that triple double My sex driveís kicking. Iím sexually exploring. So many possibilities, It seems my life could never get boring. Cuz Iím not fucking around. Iíll rub you down the right way. Iíll rock your world nightly. So, can I hit it lightly? Yo, girl, I like it like that. Let me hit it from the back. Iím a natural aphrodisiac. Better known as a Mac. CHORUS "Players (Only Love You When They're Playing)" No doubt Iím the one your mama Warned you about Iím known for taking ladies home And turning them out. Like kissing all the girlies and Making them cry. Iím a wise guy with wits The opposite of shy Make your girlís pussy shiver When she looks in my eyes. So uh. Oneís for the money, Twoís for the honeys Threeís for the pimpís players And the playboy bunnies. You best believe I throw down. Ainít no need to slow down You name the place and the time. Find Mr. Shifty at the showdown. Tearing you up. Thatís why all the fly girls Just canít get enough. Said I loved you, And you believed it was true. Thatís hilarious. But your mother should have Warned you about Guys like us. Freak, freak yíall Yeah, you know what Iím saying. ĎCause players only love you When weíre playing CHORUS: Now players only love you when weíre playing. These women, They will come And they will go. And all you players know just What Iím saying Itís amazing just how many Girls we know. I know it ainít right. But I donít want to change. Iíve got so many dames, I canít remember their names. But donít be confused, ĎCause girls are players too. So, weíre going to tell you About a girl we knew. She was a pretty rebel. A punk rock girl. With a wicked sex drive And the mind of a devil. Like Agent 99, Under cover all the time. You want another kiss You better rack another line. Unique in design, This freak was kind of fine. But sheís not the only one. Thereís plenty of her kind. Ainít nothing funny baby, Her gameís so tight, She can make the sun shine In the middle of the night. She knows what she wants And she gets it when she wants it. She knows that you want it Sheís got it, so she flaunts it. So, get up on it. You know the old saying. Players only love you When theyíre playing. CHORUS Only the strong survive I come alive and hit my mark. The after dark player caper Canít lie, Iím on the take. A heartbreaker tonight. The ladies call me Mr. Right. And others call me a freak. Girl, itís okay if you bite. Some like it violent. Mr. Mysterious type Strong and silent King player I cast a hex Inebriated talk of sex. (Epic, Iím so into you) Manipulation Iím talking triple X rated Sophisticated, Iím game to elevate your mind. An understated flirt The chemistryís hot. You canít deny. So realize the size of it. I can see it in your eyes. Iíd love to touch you baby. And taste the essence of you. You want to play? Now, let me hear you scream Out my name. Players only love you when theyíre playing. CHORUS "B-Boy 2000" This is the last trip. This is the last trip. CXT KRS-One Boogie down, Crazy Town. CHORUS: Iím a bad ass B-Boy Two triple O. A space age hip-hop Superhero I rock the block with glocks And brass knuckles. A pocket full of weed And a B-Boy belt buckle. Space age rage To rattle your cage Running amok as we Fuck up the stage. Taking hip-hop to a whole new level. 8-0-8 bass over twisted metal. Shifty, the rebel. Supernatural. A mac with a pull. Act a fool. Excalibur Destroying M.C.ís with my Vocal algebra. We got something new for you. For you to take your ass and move it to. Hit to lose it to Itís that crazy crew. Taking you on a ride to the Other side. Check it. Bar codes on freaks Programmed to freak mode. Black holes of lost souls, Let the story be told I rock a B-Boy stance Cuz itís time to explode. CHORUS If you ever want to know what time it is, Compared to what time it isnít, When you hear KRS in the house Just run and get our ticket. Because when you come into the jam, The party will be kickiní. All the wic wacs and DJís in the house, Jealous, it gets so sickeniní. Now CXT are some cool guys, Still getting paid without no ties. At least no jack and I canít hack it. When you gonna ask the question why. I never liked working at Mickey Dís, All my life I got Bís and Cís. Down with the crew called BDP Shifty, and E.P.I.C. Now when you be? CHORUS Put your mind over matter Gather Ďround the sound Yeah, gather Ďround the sound. It donít get better, gather ĎRound the sound Come on, gather Ďround the sound. Put your mind over matter Gather round the sound Yeah, gather round the sound It donít get better, gather ĎRound the sound Come on, gather round the sound. CHORUS I roll at light speed Through space and time With a boom box of beats And a book of rhymes. Cosmo kinetic. I just donít get it These fools want to rock But their rhymes are pathetic The Epic, digital bliss, The mega sound Consists of hard drive bits Written underground. Crazy Town rocks so hard, Youíll go berserk With the sound that travels Around the universe. Ill thoughts disperse Weíre the first and last, High class, white trash, Rolling a classic hovercraft. In strange days, The wickedest ways Become the norm. But itís far from the norm When we perform. Check it. B-boys make some noise. Get connected. Respect it. You should expect the unexpected. B-girls reping at the front Of the show. Iím a bad ass b-boy two Triple O. CHORUS Dope thoughts come When I hear a kick drum A bass beat transforms The level of the street And the lyrics Boulevard status. Yo, Iím the baddest Beach front punks, They insist Iím the raddest Thing to ever hit since L.S.D. Hallucinate while I dominate. I bring Satan to the table. When I rock, there is not A label for it. Critics adore it. Homicidal as it gets. Your wrist slit When I make suicidal imprints On your brain. I induce pain, so Iím insane. Hell bent burnt you like acid rain. Extraordinarily, I lyricize, Specialize. In body rocking, rapping, And macking. Two triple O, I came to get down. With my clique Crazy Town. We came to get down. Yes, yes yíall We came to get down. CHORUS Put your mind over matter Gather Ďround the sound Yeah, gather Ďround the sound. It donít get better, gather ĎRound the sound Come on, gather Ďround the sound. Put your mind over matter Gather Ďround the sound Yeah, gather Ďround the sound It donít get better, gather ĎRound the sound Come on, gather Ďround the sound. CXT This is the last trip. This is the last trip.

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