Lyrics

[Hook] [x2] One for the corner, two for the train Three for the kids with the beats on their brain Four for the sunshine that's blazing hot It's all we've got to give, so we give it all we've got [Verse 1: J. Guevara] It's the best of times; it's the worst of times So I've got the Gatorade for your thirsty minds The flows you breathe in like O2 that go to your head Get you tripping like toadstools So you know you'll 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, astral plane in the street Cause you've gotta pay rent; you've gotta make friends You've gotta stay sane, so when the day ends You wanna find yourself where you can lose yourself Looking 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 halfway there [Hook] [Verse 2: Special J] Well, in a field of broken dreams, I put my stakes down Where pens, amps, mics, and strings all come to break ground And chase down the great crown of great sounds To build upon our lives, or likely break down We race 'round the playground, way up to way down Day up to day down, we stay up to lay down Tracks and beats; from the front to the back of the seats We 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, cause we've got something to play And we'll have good times, good times [Hook]