Movement - Cool Aid lyrics

You know I got a habit it ain't gonna lead nowhere CHORUS: You lie around and listen to the sound Of the neighborhood children on the playground You back away from what makes you afraid 'Cause nothing means that much anymore anyway Back in the day we knew we had it made But didn't even know the flavor of the cool aid Now we back away from what makes us afraid 'Cause nothing means that much anymore anyway It's red it's blue, it's sunk its teeth in you The time's tickin if you only knew But I know it's true and so I take a few To bring the music back And give the rest to you So pump out the treble, pump out the ba** Stick out your fat a** and tongue take a taste Put on my cd and your poker face Your cool aid is a terrible thing to waste So many colors and flavors tell me how do I savor the favor Of giving all my cool aid to you I'm marinating with you Conversating with you I never met ya but I bet it's probably harder than you Forget I'm smarter than you Quick to elevate to higher ground Loving what I'm living yo it doesn't matter anyhow And anyway, any day, anybody wanna say Yo we never move, gladly step aside let ya play And you finish laughing thinking they winners I stand stout like a gla** of guinness Quickly diminish any f**ing mc Who wants to battle with me From cool aid to high sea dog, we rockin it g Numerous hues, orange, yellows, purples, and blues I'm flavalistically calling my sh** Tasteful abuse Time for your juice, better let loose Before you get sprayed And fill the holes in your body with shots of cool aid Open wide for me CHORUS It's orange and yellow, hard but can be mellow Look it in the eye step back and say hello Listen to me bellow like a ba** or a cello Maybe an alcoholic but a fine fresh fellow So drop out the treble pump out the ba** Stick out your fat a** and tongue take a taste Put on my cd and your poker face Your cool aid is a terrible thing to waste It's pink it's green Nice but can be mean Sip it down slow disrupt the whole scene I might be a fiend but so fresh and so clean Outkasted blasted to the outer ring So drop out thetreble, pump out the ba** Stick out your fat a** and tongue take a taste Put on my cd and your poker face Your cool aid is a terrible thing to waste CHORUS Nice to know ya But you biting on my flow And now you're sippin' on my cool aid