Hangar 18

Hangar 18 - Take No Chances lyrics

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youuuuuuuu

ya simply (gotta gotta gotta gotta..)

this is the most honest the hangar's ever gonna get.

you Gotta

youuuuuuuu

hangar 18 experience

ya simply (gotta gotta gotta gotta..)

hangar 18 experience

youuuuuuu

c'mon now



I can't take no chances

I can't fake no answers

To questions givin sievin nectar slippin seats so slanted

It's all so crooked look it looks upon the chess board dancin

Maybe my season of release has come and see me playin this

I'm plottin opera singin stop the swinging on these branches

You fuckin monkeys think you squirrels you know we're nuts bananas

You see my dreams they seem to gleam and glimmer +freeze and lanterns+

I can't believe these puzzle pieces have these +streetsly standards+

I clap for trees that sway in breezes +whistlers, where's those antlers+

They be like glancin with the patience of some prayin mantis

Those sink the subtle blow the bubble and we paint Atlantis

I grab my fan brush make my fans hush with my daily chantin

Whassup with me, whassup with you, whassup with supple banter

Whassup with couples laughing kings and queens we are the champions

Champaign glasses saw those booze and heart-shape bubble bassets

Too much to handle think the candle flick a sappy passion

But every happy got me thinkin back to prior sadness

My college roomate's mother passed three years way back from cancer

Invisible tears they trickled on his face he looked like phantoms

But I could fathom that 'cause ten years back my dad was that one

I wish that she knew that I was teachin college grad and Latin

Playin chess and caressin flesh upon some sultry satin

My words elixirs mix with sutures but his heart attacked him

I switched the bitch enriched the gift and started havin +mappin+

Life has sorta shitted on this ship where is the captain?

I got the coolest friends in every town we go out laughin

The next day grabbin aspirins hangar's over beat the caption

It's much bigger than this.. so I can't take no chances



[Chorus]

Chances I take gettin lost is an offer

the source is a awkward loss is a source

Of a chance not taken and the prophet is false

cause the answer is fake you ignore all the forks

Keep all the phases of life in the pages

will burn bright churn right into the liquids

Take all your visionary kids big thug war tactics

mix and you be the witness (WHAT!)



youuuu

ya simply (gotta gotta gotta gotta..)

youuuuuuuu

ya simply (gotta gotta gotta gotta..)

youuuuuuu

Gotta gotta gotta

c'mon now



youuuuu youuu  youuuu



I can't take no losses

No stalemates or forfeits

I made a choice to raise my voice towards all the hate that haunts us

They poltergeist I hold the mic no need for praise or worship

I only phrase my thoughts in ways that ought to paint a portrait

Sometimes it's fun sometimes it's NOT but I can't fake or force it

Sometimes my soul is freezing cold this world can make it frostbit

It wont defrost and it wont thaw because they feed me torture

My greedy boss it needs the sause man I can't bare these crosses [erruh!]

Sometimes I think I'm gonna snap because I'm trapped by forces

That want to rip me piece by piece like horses drawn and quartered

This fucking courtship has me cautious cause I'm feeling cornered

I got these bills I got this debt I'm like two steps from pauper

It makes me nauseous thinkin thoughts like this I can't ignore dem

I gotta bite and scrape and might escape a fate of boredom

That's why my eyes on the horizon trying to save a portion

Of every paycheck in your tape deck is our next recordin

Before you know it every show it's hangar 18 tourin

We'll live our dreams and hear the screams of all our fans adorin

And find a wife and build a life and have a son and daughter

And once I'm there I swear I won't care if I see my coffin

Not on some death wish just expressive when you hear me talkin

So when the pressure gets aggressive trying to change my courses

These goals for livin leave me driven like precision Porches

So to success, no time to rest, cause I can't take no losses



[Chorus]



9 22 1996

9 22 1996

9 22 1996  Youuuuu c'mon now c'mon now c'mon now

9 22 1996  Gotta Gotta gotta

9 22 1996

9 22 1996



[Chorus]
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