Chorus One for the corner Two for the train Three for the kids with the beats on their brains Four for the sunshine that's blazing hot It's all we got to give, so we give it all we got
It's the best of times, it's the worst of times So we got the Gatorade for your thirsty minds The flows you breathe in like O2 That go to your head and get you trippin' like toadstools So you know you be in competent hands Like a veteran QB who be throwing balls to the stands for the fans The band gets you out of your seat I get you out of your brain astroplaning the street Cuz you gotta pay rent, you gotta make friends You gotta stay sane, so when the day ends You wanna find yourself where you can lose yourself Lookin through yourself so you can prove yourself You wanna love a little and laugh a lot You wanna be higher than an astronaut You never wanna ever have to come up for air So we're taking you half way there
CHORUS
In a field of broken dreams I put my stakes down Where pens, amps, mics and strings all come to break ground To chase down the great crown of great sounds To build upon our life or likely break down We race round the playground way up to way down day up to day down stay up to lay down Tracks and beats, from the front to the back of your seats That's got you back on your feet You'll be singing for the night, singing for the day Singing for the joy of life, singing for our pay Listen up kids cuz we've got something to play And we'll have good times, good times
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