Til Eternity

And they say — yeah

That's just the half of it, you know what I'm saying?

That's just the part of the game and the game and the game, you know?

It's what you gotta do, you know?

It is what it is and it what it is, uh

Yeah, live in the flesh

Beehive survived in a wreck

I carry knives like samurais on a quest

That I drive in the chest like it's a riot in the treasure

He lost the game and cried in his checkers

Lost his name and now signs with an X

I just wanna commit crimes in Tibet

Turn and say something divine and then climb in a jet

Contrived, but correct, besides and direct

During nos, I tell lies to the left

And meditate on the upsides of a "yes"

P.S., I destroyed everything you tried to protect

8 o'clock means it's left behind like you died on a trek

Push these pies in the next

And try to swallow dry what you tried to reflect

All of that pride, thumb slide to refresh, yes, yes, yes, yes

What if we were dancers, yeah

And we didn't have any answers, no (Yes, yes, yes)

But life gave us things that we could see? Yeah

(It don't really take much to do what needs to be done)

We could be, yeah

(You know what I'm sayin'? The songs need to be sung)

You and me, yeah

(Rivers need to be swum, swam, swum, all that)

'Til eternity, yeah (Uh, yeah)

Just as brushes go hard in the paint

So we, too, don't bend like arms in restraints

I wanna learn how to farm, but I can't

And cannot, I'd rather move to another planet

I try and pen greats like Ken Shamrock

But it spits in my face like basically a mouth roll

Mouse hole in a household

One thing's thoroughly couched like a slouch goal (Yeah)

From which they say he lazily blew horns

Like lapis lazuli on a cow skull

But when things got stunning, he hit the ground running like out soles

Now how about those outros?

And those apocalyptic visions

Bowls of rice with chopsticks and them vertically sittin'

Tom is over the door with the frying pan of war

Jerry very perturbed like, "You gotta be kiddin' me"

What if I knew the words for the songs of the birds

And we could understand what they tweet, tweet? Yeah

We could hear what they see, yeah (Uh)

You and me, yeah (Yeah)

'Til eternity (Uh), yeah

He who has the black classic mama

Dad was the black Mas Oyama

Karate stance, put hands on the brahma, do not cook

I remember the boiling pot from which the rock took

And you can either put it down or shot put

That's why I scrape the ground like an ox foot

Before the charges

I was Bill of Rights and Ted Talks meet the TARDIS before it all started

But you can't harvest before the hardship

Might scrape the ground like Mike shoes

Back it up

You might have to Harvard before the high school just like I do

Yes, we will go far smelling like sage smoke

Even with those wild stallions way behind our stagecoach

It will behoove you

To ask your doctor "Who's Wasalu?" to the game that you're used to

Yeah, yeah, yeah

What if we were dancers, yeah

And we didn't have any answers, no

But life gave us things that we could see? Yeah

We could be, yeah

You and me, yeah

'Til eternity, yeah