With enough jump

Take the knuckle out your head

Expressive, aggressive, sensitive, ?breadrin?, Excedrin

Binge, cringe at the sight

Of wasted talent afraid to shine bright

Suicidal career kept broke too long

We had to separate because we weren't getting along

Work it out, masseuse; get rid of the kinks

(Now I wanna pound) this beat (until it stinks)

Unwind your mind, you're walking on the dotted line

Nine, danke

I'm fine thank ya

Bust them like Canadian Customs

Rush 'em, then we dust 'em

Spring cleaning crews, yo, we hush 'em

Muzzle and a leash for direction

Puzzle's missing piece

Get the connection?

With truth there's no hidden dimension

It's in God's hands once we let him



[Chorus x2]

I gotta, I gotta, I gotta

Always improve

Always must move

Make the grand groove

I gotta, I gotta, I gotta



Start time

Run tape, drug free escape

Against one's faith there is no debate

A rolling stone ?woolie?

No thank you, I just ate

Put us on the flyer, watch the crowd populate

Vibrate, fill the heart, palpitate, drop the eight

Fifty dollars later got me thinking pretty straight

Never no hurry flash, we just couldn't wait

Live lines for the release date

At least state champion, that's what I'm on

Winning team driven by a dream chaperoned

This microphone clean-cut

Propadelic, tell it how I told it

Wrote it, tracked it, packaged it, sold it



[Chorus]



(Long string of I gotta's)