Tropic Scorpio

Album cover art for "Tropic Scorpio" by Third Eye Blind

Third Eye Blind - Rock, Alternative

Tropic Scorpio

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Duration: 5:22

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[Verse 1] Here's my dilemma You're throwing a kink in my telemetry I'm a fast pass I'm a grass stain on your ass, and I'm worth it She just went through a breakup She's fragile, and injured, and she's mean as fuck Still moving like a dolphin under me Sometimes I go so hard that my bones sing And my bones sing (Yeah!) [Chorus] And I wanna know Can you hear this voice inside of me? And I wanna know Can you hear this voice inside? Fogging up the glass Pull it 'til we're cash I'll make you think the past was worth it, oh Did you die alone, die alone, no Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] I'm not a prop gun Shoot off my mouth Not a mystery I'm not your hideaway dope I'm not your whip I'm a punk rock motherfucker With some dirty, dirty armor It starts with you and me now Your Tropic Scorpio, ignite the way You got me so spun, I'm vu ja de Still moving like the dolphin under me Sometimes I go so hard that my bones sing [Chorus] And I wanna know Can you hear this voice inside of me? And I wanna know Can you hear this voice inside? Fogging up the glass Pull it 'til we're cash I'll make you think the past was worth it, oh Did you die alone, die alone, no Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Interlude] Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Bridge] In my telemetry, you're the down low I'm a killer now, killin' your ghost And you're a moment covered in gold You're covered in gold [Chorus] And I wanna know Can you hear this voice inside of me? And I wanna know Can you hear this voice inside? Fogging up the glass Pull it 'til we're cash I'll make you think the past was worth it, oh Did you die alone, die alone, no Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Outro] And I wanna know! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I wanna know! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Credits

Writers
  • Stephan Jenkins
  • Alex Kopp
  • Colin CreeV