[Verse 1: Doug "SA" Martinez]
People sing about the comin' of spring
But what is comin' down around, it's snow or it's rain
It's insane, and I'm still in the same gang
The way the weather acts, it's a shame
Okay, badder behavior in our shit is flavor
Grandiose endeavors, yes, the quest is greater
Make no mistake, I know the time and I wake
I slip only when P-Nut gets me baked from that shake
[Bridge 1: Nick Hexum]
Yeah, you can't fuck with this
You're Walter Mitty, don't take it as a diss
But the fantasy world has gotta end this minute
I had a fuckin' dream, and yo, and now I'm in it
I've been at many junction but I know about the function
If someone brings you down, keep punchin'
We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid
But where we at now: solid
[Pre-Chorus 2: Doug "SA" Martinez]
I concur, time, it slurs and it blurs
The vision like a drug, and yo, it's the word
How absurd, deliver us from nerds
And funky 40 oz glass littered curbs
Soon the church pitted bell will clang
Boys on the corner mack with slang
Play a dice game; when I walk by it
Some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na
[Chorus: Doug "SA" Martinez]
Your street time is limited 'cause this band rocks it
Take your whole crew, put 'em all in our pocket
If your feelin' sick, rub it on with Vicks
And take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is limited 'cause this band rocks it
Take your whole crew, put 'em all in our pocket
If your feelin' sick, we got the elixir
Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer
[Post-Chorus: Doug "SA" Martinez]
Late night radio players, late night airwave invaders
Yeah, we got the force, late night radio
[Verse 2: Doug "SA" Martinez]
Zooma zooma zoom, yeah we got the boom
Blowin' up the spot, a-so, so give us room
We prowl, sometimes we howl, hysterical
When we take the stage see a miracle
I realize today nothing is more vestigial
Than the young space walkin' individual
For years and years bubbling up with soul power
To detonate this planet or reach another
[Bridge 2: Nick Hexum]
Yeah, we take it up a notch
Diggin' the shit so deep like Ralston digs Scotch
Botch this and I'll regret it, no that's not what I'm sayin'
Remember this instead: I'm stayin'
We played in a little house where conditions got squalid
But where we at now: solid
We hauled a van with a RV, that was a bad call
It all went up in flames, but I haven't seen it all
[Pre-Chorus 2: Doug "SA" Martinez]
Homie steps to me and say, "Hey where ya goin'?"
Aw, just headin' back to where I done my growin'
If you must know, go somewhere over the rainbow
The adventures of a cosmic hero
From planet to planet, my tag's a crater
If you're not in the future, you're not here either
Labeled psychedelic, we can play disco
When the goin' gets weird, you know the weird turn pro
[Chorus: Doug "SA" Martinez]
Your street time is limited 'cause this band rocks it
Take your whole crew, put 'em all in our pocket
If your feelin' sick, rub it on with Vicks
And take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is limited 'cause this band rocks it
Take your whole crew, put 'em all in our pocket
If your feelin' sick, we got the elixir
Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer
[Post-Chorus: Doug "SA" Martinez]
Late night radio players, late night airwave invaders
Yeah, we got the force, late night radio
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