Guitar comin' through the speakers, That song you never wanna end, Gimme some of that you and me, Some of that way back when, A little bit of wild and free I wanna feel that again A river in July, two kids on summer break, Another record high, clothes

And I'll never be the same And I never saw you coming This is a state of grace This is the worthwhile fight Love is a ruthless game Unless you play it good and right I'm walking fast through the traffic lights Busy streets and busy lives

Here to stay Even when I'm gone When I close my eyes Through the passage of time Kings never die I can hear the drummer drumming And the trumpets, someone's tryna summon someone, I know something's coming But I'm running from it to be standing at the

Welcome back You're rocking straight through midnight with me Dojo Daniel We got a triple shot of Mac DeMarco Coming at ya Stuffing it down the chute

Crackin' up Crackin' up (I have been waiting for these visitors) Now I hear them moving Muffled noises coming through the door Voices growing louder, irritation building And I'm close to fainting They must know by now I'm in here trembling My whole world

L-O-V-E was all for you If you didn't say your goodbyes Trying to figure out How this is real 'Cause they're never coming back down They belong to the stars in the clouds Goodbyes, good times Don't worry, love will bear it through 'Cause you're never

Yeah, we back Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor The back room with just the one little small window, nigga The light be comin' through it in the morning Old-ass walls and shit But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it Yeah, I'm workin'

Yeah, I'm always Pickin' up what I can't put down And it's all or nothin' So keep it comin' Let that feelin' run through my veins Ain't no stoppin', keep on rockin', yeah It seems I'm always Pickin' up what I can't put, can't put, can't put down I knew

If you don't like where we're going Then you won't like what's coming next What will we look like? In a post American world Why cower to all those Who oppose the American world? We see each other through different eyes Segregating ourselves by class and

Dream we're going out on stage, it feels like Coming home again Boy you're home, you're dreaming, don't you know I know, for me it is like Coming home Every morning when I wake up yawning I'm still far away Trucks still rolling through the early morning