Yes i walk with a definite lilt Ba** line come to bring enough pressure to tilt Always sitting in the groove, in the pocket like bills I'll be six feet under one day, i'm stepping until And until then i'm chasing and i'm catching a thrill They'll be telling you the way that he kept it was real Swept it, looking at the scorecard, it's seven to nil Waiting for that bank account to hit eleventy mil The sound pulled me up and it was all i could be The muse lit my sky up and she tore up the seams The girl came from heaven and she took all my dreams The sound pulled me up and it was all i could be Now i dream about Living in only rhythm Lonely position Don't even phone up to listen Music a prison Nothing but echoing prisms Nothing but sonics to give them 24/7 on chops The space between chords The place where i meet my creator I live with these thoughts Can't live with these thoughts I'm hurtling out into danger