Kick it!
I gave props to the Beastie Boys while we were making out,
It was my favorite song by them.
You told me I do not care,
I promise you that "I do I swear,
It's just Paul Revere, and I can't concentrate."
This is not about the Beastie Boys,
I'm tired of you and all your ploys.
MCA, AD Rock, and Mike D
Could never come in between you and me.
You said you think they just did.
I know that there's obviously more shit fucked up between you and me.
It's not just on the surface.
You always said that I was brain-dead,
I never let that go to my head.
You were a prize that was in demise, for way to long.
You walked away when things were astray,
I'm not going to chase you today,
You are alone, I am alone, and it's killing me.
Lets go!