[Intro]
(Hey, where you going, man?)
We measure time by how much we think we've done before the sun sinks and leaves the sky
(Where the hell are you going?)
(Where do you think you're going, man?)
(Where do you think you're going, man?)
[Verse 1]
Some people say the town Doolittle doesn't exist
They dismiss it as a myth but I've visited this abyss
It isn't labelled on your map, but it's easy to find
And it is a fact; everyone goes there at least twice a lifetime
Me? I've been around many occasions - for too long
See, I never plan on staying
Are you strong? Be
'Cos if you're not; start praying
That your demons will let you leave this unbelievable vacation
My neighbors love the scenery - personally I hate it
It caters to your behavior to make sure you don't escape it
If it was my choice, I'd glue myself in the basement
But I'm tempted by a city with tattoos that sleeps naked
It's a modern Sodom and Gomorrah type of town
I wish I just had enough guts to burn it down
But while the dog pets the fish and the wolves play the fiddle
I put my ride in gear 5 and drive to Doolittle
[Chorus]
Do a lot
Do a little more than usual
Well, I do it musical
You do your do's
And do it beautiful
Wipe the dew off the gra**
Wipe that 'don't' out your a**
Don't ask
To go to Doolittle - you know that I'll pa**
[Verse 2]
Hey yo, sometimes I write a song and it takes me home
I can't stand being stuck in such a place all alone
I see the city through different eyes
Now that I've grown a little substance in the mushy rub and tug by my headphones
See Doolittle's both nowhere and everywhere
It's got what you need from LSD to teddybears
A wise man told me, to go anywhere, except for there
Although most people like it better there
To explain it on a level, some blame it on the devil -
And run aiming rocks and pebbles at a book because it settles their adrenaline -
But I'm ahead of them, I know the [?] it's [?] introduce my Human flaws
See, it puts you in the days of euphoric limbo
You can't just quit it, it ain't that simple
And on my way to school some days I turn to look out the window and I'll see a sign
It'll say; "Two blocks to Doolittle"
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ayo, I block myself in an imaginary box
Keeps me off the streets of Doolittle's Writer's Blocks
It's got your goals in a chokehold that I don't know
Where it comes from, how it starts, or why it stops
I'm tying knots to close that section of my brain
Baby, you relate it's just yours has a different name
Maybe, yours is s**, d**, rock and roll, apocalypse, -
Impossibles, greener season obstacle, any reason not to grow
There it is, in the window of your shopping mall
Reality is heavy, watch it stall when you drop a load
I suppose my list, is just as long as any
And maybe even twice the size of the average MC's
I need to stop thinking and start writing
Drop the conversation and pick up a pen
Doolittle? It's a town made of personal laziness
And I'll never go there again, I don't believe in Doolittle
[Bridge]
(Doolittle is located right between your ears)
Do little, do a lot, How much you do this year?
(Yo, you find it in your brain if you're even partly sane)
Do little, do a lot, do nothing, do the same
Well when your inspiration's dry and you don't even know why
Just chill, I guarantee the feeling will pa** you by
Indolence is in the head, and if it's leaving you disturbed
Well close your eyes and repeat these words
Check it out, say:
"I'm in control of me"
Then say:
"I'll be what I wanna be"
Say:
"No-one can say I'm wrong"
Say:
"I'll try 'till the day I'm gone"
I don't believe in Doolittle
[Fading Chorus]