It’s only incidental and its far from ideal, I’m brimmin’ with passion and I’m burnin’ with zeal, A one man mission, from Madrid to Kiev A hired assassin, you’ll get stuck with a shiv Loyal like Pagoda but more Hagrid than Merle, Make the party jump then I’ll take home your girl. But it’s never enough and I’m not satisfied, Do you want the truth or is it better I lied? Why you questionin’ Willis, don’t you know what you’ve seen? A madman genius with a gift I’m supreme, Livin’ life to the fullest, maxed out to the tilt Gonna go down in flames, there’s no way I could wilt. Always over the top, out of my mind and extreme Life is my movie and I’m in every scene. As I tug my boat and I fall on my knees, The seconds wash over me like waves in the sea—dig it! Give me two minutes with this mic that I wield Articulatin’ my message, we ain’t cows in the field. Did he have passion or stuck on the couch? Amazonian jungles in his heart and his mouth. I’m a certain trumpet I won’t falter or fade, You don’t like what say, but I’m still gettin’ laid. Took a little time off and I slept walked a bit But now I’m rollin’ with the Junta and we droppin’ these hits. Do me a favor, tattoo my name on your ass, You ain’t figured it out, well you probably ain’t asked. Your dream is wild, it’s a ridiculous plan, Others ask why, but hey they’re stuck in the sand. If the inner landscapes are barren and dull, Throw away the keys—just walk on a while. If you can’t keep up, then take off your legs,
Centipedes got a hundred but they get in the way. Now we’re up in the club where we break it on down, Feed on the bottom and talk over the sound. When the bottom drops out, I fall through the floor, And when the dreams run out, better head for the door. Vision is gone and your imagery’s trite, Dead to the world man there ain’t no rewrites, The connection is strong but we’re alone it seems, Occupy the mind with commercialized means, What’s wrong is right and it’s all kind of gray, The days are getting’ older and its harder to say Store bought vision, how can you fail? You think you blazed a path call the highway your trail. The world’s been trampled and we severed its head, Talkin’ ‘bout adventure but adventure is dead. We’re all wearin’ down, time’s runnin’ the deal, Whatchu gonna do, fuck how do you feel! Come on…

It’s only incidental and its far from ideal, I’m brimmin’ with passion and I’m burnin’ with zeal, A one man mission, from Madrid to Kiev A hired assassin, you’ll get stuck with a shiv Loyal like Pagoda but more Hagrid than Merle, Make the party jump then I’ll take home your girl. But it’s never enough and I’m not satisfied, Do you want the truth or is it better I lied? Why you questionin’ Willis, don’t you know what you’ve seen? A madman genius with a gift I’m supreme, Livin’ life to the fullest, maxed out to the tilt Gonna go down in flames, there’s no way I could wilt. Always over the top, out of my mind and extreme Life is my movie and I’m in every scene. As I tug my boat and I fall on my knees, The seconds wash over me like waves in the sea—dig it! Give me two minutes with this mic that I wield Articulatin’ my message, we ain’t cows in the field. Did he have passion or stuck on the couch? Amazonian jungles in his heart and his mouth. I’m a certain trumpet I won’t falter or fade, You don’t like what say, but I’m still gettin’ laid. Took a little time off and I slept walked a bit But now I’m rollin’ with the Junta and we droppin’ these hits. Do me a favor, tattoo my name on your ass, You ain’t figured it out, well you probably ain’t asked. Your dream is wild, it’s a ridiculous plan, Others ask why, but hey they’re stuck in the sand. If the inner landscapes are barren and dull, Throw away the keys—just walk on a while. If you can’t keep up, then take off your legs,
Centipedes got a hundred but they get in the way. Now we’re up in the club where we break it on down, Feed on the bottom and talk over the sound. When the bottom drops out, I fall through the floor, And when the dreams run out, better head for the door. Vision is gone and your imagery’s trite, Dead to the world man there ain’t no rewrites, The connection is strong but we’re alone it seems, Occupy the mind with commercialized means, What’s wrong is right and it’s all kind of gray, The days are getting’ older and its harder to say Store bought vision, how can you fail? You think you blazed a path call the highway your trail. The world’s been trampled and we severed its head, Talkin’ ‘bout adventure but adventure is dead. We’re all wearin’ down, time’s runnin’ the deal, Whatchu gonna do, fuck how do you feel! Come on…

It’s only incidental and its far from ideal, I’m brimmin’ with passion and I’m burnin’ with zeal, A one man mission, from Madrid to Kiev A hired assassin, you’ll get stuck with a shiv Loyal like Pagoda but more Hagrid than Merle, Make the party jump then I’ll take home your girl. But it’s never enough and I’m not satisfied, Do you want the truth or is it better I lied? Why you questionin’ Willis, don’t you know what you’ve seen? A madman genius with a gift I’m supreme, Livin’ life to the fullest, maxed out to the tilt Gonna go down in flames, there’s no way I could wilt. Always over the top, out of my mind and extreme Life is my movie and I’m in every scene. As I tug my boat and I fall on my knees, The seconds wash over me like waves in the sea—dig it! Give me two minutes with this mic that I wield Articulatin’ my message, we ain’t cows in the field. Did he have passion or stuck on the couch? Amazonian jungles in his heart and his mouth. I’m a certain trumpet I won’t falter or fade, You don’t like what say, but I’m still gettin’ laid. Took a little time off and I slept walked a bit But now I’m rollin’ with the Junta and we droppin’ these hits. Do me a favor, tattoo my name on your ass, You ain’t figured it out, well you probably ain’t asked. Your dream is wild, it’s a ridiculous plan, Others ask why, but hey they’re stuck in the sand. If the inner landscapes are barren and dull, Throw away the keys—just walk on a while. If you can’t keep up, then take off your legs,
Centipedes got a hundred but they get in the way. Now we’re up in the club where we break it on down, Feed on the bottom and talk over the sound. When the bottom drops out, I fall through the floor, And when the dreams run out, better head for the door. Vision is gone and your imagery’s trite, Dead to the world man there ain’t no rewrites, The connection is strong but we’re alone it seems, Occupy the mind with commercialized means, What’s wrong is right and it’s all kind of gray, The days are getting’ older and its harder to say Store bought vision, how can you fail? You think you blazed a path call the highway your trail. The world’s been trampled and we severed its head, Talkin’ ‘bout adventure but adventure is dead. We’re all wearin’ down, time’s runnin’ the deal, Whatchu gonna do, fuck how do you feel! Come on…

It’s only incidental and its far from ideal, I’m brimmin’ with passion and I’m burnin’ with zeal, A one man mission, from Madrid to Kiev A hired assassin, you’ll get stuck with a shiv Loyal like Pagoda but more Hagrid than Merle, Make the party jump then I’ll take home your girl. But it’s never enough and I’m not satisfied, Do you want the truth or is it better I lied? Why you questionin’ Willis, don’t you know what you’ve seen? A madman genius with a gift I’m supreme, Livin’ life to the fullest, maxed out to the tilt Gonna go down in flames, there’s no way I could wilt. Always over the top, out of my mind and extreme Life is my movie and I’m in every scene. As I tug my boat and I fall on my knees, The seconds wash over me like waves in the sea—dig it! Give me two minutes with this mic that I wield Articulatin’ my message, we ain’t cows in the field. Did he have passion or stuck on the couch? Amazonian jungles in his heart and his mouth. I’m a certain trumpet I won’t falter or fade, You don’t like what say, but I’m still gettin’ laid. Took a little time off and I slept walked a bit But now I’m rollin’ with the Junta and we droppin’ these hits. Do me a favor, tattoo my name on your ass, You ain’t figured it out, well you probably ain’t asked. Your dream is wild, it’s a ridiculous plan, Others ask why, but hey they’re stuck in the sand. If the inner landscapes are barren and dull, Throw away the keys—just walk on a while. If you can’t keep up, then take off your legs,
Centipedes got a hundred but they get in the way. Now we’re up in the club where we break it on down, Feed on the bottom and talk over the sound. When the bottom drops out, I fall through the floor, And when the dreams run out, better head for the door. Vision is gone and your imagery’s trite, Dead to the world man there ain’t no rewrites, The connection is strong but we’re alone it seems, Occupy the mind with commercialized means, What’s wrong is right and it’s all kind of gray, The days are getting’ older and its harder to say Store bought vision, how can you fail? You think you blazed a path call the highway your trail. The world’s been trampled and we severed its head, Talkin’ ‘bout adventure but adventure is dead. We’re all wearin’ down, time’s runnin’ the deal, Whatchu gonna do, fuck how do you feel! Come on…

It’s only incidental and its far from ideal, I’m brimmin’ with passion and I’m burnin’ with zeal, A one man mission, from Madrid to Kiev A hired assassin, you’ll get stuck with a shiv Loyal like Pagoda but more Hagrid than Merle, Make the party jump then I’ll take home your girl. But it’s never enough and I’m not satisfied, Do you want the truth or is it better I lied? Why you questionin’ Willis, don’t you know what you’ve seen? A madman genius with a gift I’m supreme, Livin’ life to the fullest, maxed out to the tilt Gonna go down in flames, there’s no way I could wilt. Always over the top, out of my mind and extreme Life is my movie and I’m in every scene. As I tug my boat and I fall on my knees, The seconds wash over me like waves in the sea—dig it! Give me two minutes with this mic that I wield Articulatin’ my message, we ain’t cows in the field. Did he have passion or stuck on the couch? Amazonian jungles in his heart and his mouth. I’m a certain trumpet I won’t falter or fade, You don’t like what say, but I’m still gettin’ laid. Took a little time off and I slept walked a bit But now I’m rollin’ with the Junta and we droppin’ these hits. Do me a favor, tattoo my name on your ass, You ain’t figured it out, well you probably ain’t asked. Your dream is wild, it’s a ridiculous plan, Others ask why, but hey they’re stuck in the sand. If the inner landscapes are barren and dull, Throw away the keys—just walk on a while. If you can’t keep up, then take off your legs,
Centipedes got a hundred but they get in the way. Now we’re up in the club where we break it on down, Feed on the bottom and talk over the sound. When the bottom drops out, I fall through the floor, And when the dreams run out, better head for the door. Vision is gone and your imagery’s trite, Dead to the world man there ain’t no rewrites, The connection is strong but we’re alone it seems, Occupy the mind with commercialized means, What’s wrong is right and it’s all kind of gray, The days are getting’ older and its harder to say Store bought vision, how can you fail? You think you blazed a path call the highway your trail. The world’s been trampled and we severed its head, Talkin’ ‘bout adventure but adventure is dead. We’re all wearin’ down, time’s runnin’ the deal, Whatchu gonna do, fuck how do you feel! Come on…