September 14th, we were skipping coach
Packing up our bags, started for the road
Filling up on gas, you already know
I got my Texaco, red coat, roll call
Four bros rolling up to a hell of an occasion
Long had we waited for the final destination
Four hours later till we made it
Hopping out the transportation
Anticipation for the bass shaking and vibrations
Onto the pavement to a vacant hotel
Settle arrangements
From the EST to the CST
Watch say four, but the phone say three
Shows at eight, so we pre-gaming
Got my hair slicked back like Trouffanis
Six drinks deep when I find my keys
Never been the best with the belongings
So I put my phone down till morning
Hey Alec, can you call the lift?
Pulling up to the ballroom
Get into queue with my good shoes
Wait on a security hoping I'll pass through
Lacking maturity, pockets on taboo
Obtaining a fake at Michigan State
Was nothing but ingenuity
From sophomore to freshman we still hit the breweries
Passing and brutally killing the bottle
So foolishly facing debacle
I ruefully made the decision of giving the guard
Somebody I thought was avant-garde
But he took one look and he bent the card
Grabbing a hold of my arm, walking a couple of yards
I saw the garments of the department
Very alarming, he was a sergeant
Put me in cuffs and he mentioned bars
Looked right quick for a friend to the guards
My trio amigos looked at me and told me
They'd dig me outside of this deep hole
Nodding goodbye to my people not knowing
When imma next see them
I hope that this stays on the D-Low
My mother's a P.O., so she'd be P.O.'ed, if I had a P.O.
Chest to the wall spread eagle
In the back room with the white walls
Where they show you how the night falls
With the flashlight to your eyeballs
Every word that you walking a tightrope
Down a deep slope, cause their mics on
And you might not get to walk home
Cause it's bygones or bail bonds
If they enthralled in your downfall then you're done for like an outlaw
Watching the trooper, copy my drivers
He told me, I must remind you
That you are a minor, caught up in all your stupid desires
We waited a couple of minutes of time
Just to see what the department could find
A pleasant surprise, my record came back on no priors
He told me, to get the f*ck out of the premise
And if he catch me again, he will not be so tentative
I got to vanishing, scared of him changing his mind
Slowing my breathing while wiping my eyes
Shaking off feelings I can't describe,
The level of which I was terrified
Chasing the feeling of living inside of the moment
Resulting in missing entire performance especially sobering
Instead of a warrant, I'm off with a warning
That is a win
I talk to the doorman
The concert is over in two or three hours
He told me to take the "L" starting at
Lawrence, and get off wherever you feel it's important
I told him thank you,
Walking away from the venue, residing inside of my mental, a thought, was everything
That I had been through enough
The cuffs, from bluffs, of putting on fronts
For cups, of what, I thought I had want
I trust my gut, to know I'm not cut
To destructing myself until I am undone
I'm crossing the street, and leaving behind
The difficulties inside of my life of living as someone who isn't alive
I couldn't believe that I made it outside of that situation
Stepping inside of that train station
Pull out my card, and I make payment
Walk up the steps as I start waiting
Wondering where this thing might take me
The brakes on the subway could light up a match
Thrashing and sparking and finally parking
Embarking, I'm headed towards 95th Ave.
Doors sliding open the right or the left
I pick the latter, like it doesn't matter
In hindsight a jest
To the chain of the events
And the way that the butterfly
Has an effect
On my life that
I did not expect
To lose all of my breath
On my way to my seat
From this woman I seen
The Mediterranean sea
Is the same color
Of the blue and the green
Inside Of her eyes
And they looking at me
Inside of mind
I wish that
I could speak
She's stealing his glances, and I've been
A hopeful romantic as long, well
I can remember
I couldn't believe it when started to lean
Speaking to me when she stated that she
Liked my jacket, and that her name was Jaclyn
I started laughing, I said I found that quite distracting
'Cause that's my mother's name, and that's my father's namesake it felt like life was playing games
Contemplating 'tween the two, coincidence or fate
Communicating, making moves, is this our first date?
She smiled like an angel, then she said
Yeah
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September 14th, we were skipping coach
Packing up our bags, started for the road
Filling up on gas, you already know
I got my Texaco, red coat, roll call
Four bros rolling up to a hell of an occasion
Long had we waited for the final destination
Four hours later till we made it
Hopping out the transportation
Anticipation for the bass shaking and vibrations
Onto the pavement to a vacant hotel
Settle arrangements
From the EST to the CST
Watch say four, but the phone say three
Shows at eight, so we pre-gaming
Got my hair slicked back like Trouffanis
Six drinks deep when I find my keys
Never been the best with the belongings
So I put my phone down till morning
Hey Alec, can you call the lift?
Pulling up to the ballroom
Get into queue with my good shoes
Wait on a security hoping I'll pass through
Lacking maturity, pockets on taboo
Obtaining a fake at Michigan State
Was nothing but ingenuity
From sophomore to freshman we still hit the breweries
Passing and brutally killing the bottle
So foolishly facing debacle
I ruefully made the decision of giving the guard
Somebody I thought was avant-garde
But he took one look and he bent the card
Grabbing a hold of my arm, walking a couple of yards
I saw the garments of the department
Very alarming, he was a sergeant
Put me in cuffs and he mentioned bars
Looked right quick for a friend to the guards
My trio amigos looked at me and told me
They'd dig me outside of this deep hole
Nodding goodbye to my people not knowing
When imma next see them
I hope that this stays on the D-Low
My mother's a P.O., so she'd be P.O.'ed, if I had a P.O.
Chest to the wall spread eagle
In the back room with the white walls
Where they show you how the night falls
With the flashlight to your eyeballs
Every word that you walking a tightrope
Down a deep slope, cause their mics on
And you might not get to walk home
Cause it's bygones or bail bonds
If they enthralled in your downfall then you're done for like an outlaw
Watching the trooper, copy my drivers
He told me, I must remind you
That you are a minor, caught up in all your stupid desires
We waited a couple of minutes of time
Just to see what the department could find
A pleasant surprise, my record came back on no priors
He told me, to get the f*ck out of the premise
And if he catch me again, he will not be so tentative
I got to vanishing, scared of him changing his mind
Slowing my breathing while wiping my eyes
Shaking off feelings I can't describe,
The level of which I was terrified
Chasing the feeling of living inside of the moment
Resulting in missing entire performance especially sobering
Instead of a warrant, I'm off with a warning
That is a win
I talk to the doorman
The concert is over in two or three hours
He told me to take the "L" starting at
Lawrence, and get off wherever you feel it's important
I told him thank you,
Walking away from the venue, residing inside of my mental, a thought, was everything
That I had been through enough
The cuffs, from bluffs, of putting on fronts
For cups, of what, I thought I had want
I trust my gut, to know I'm not cut
To destructing myself until I am undone
I'm crossing the street, and leaving behind
The difficulties inside of my life of living as someone who isn't alive
I couldn't believe that I made it outside of that situation
Stepping inside of that train station
Pull out my card, and I make payment
Walk up the steps as I start waiting
Wondering where this thing might take me
The brakes on the subway could light up a match
Thrashing and sparking and finally parking
Embarking, I'm headed towards 95th Ave.
Doors sliding open the right or the left
I pick the latter, like it doesn't matter
In hindsight a jest
To the chain of the events
And the way that the butterfly
Has an effect
On my life that
I did not expect
To lose all of my breath
On my way to my seat
From this woman I seen
The Mediterranean sea
Is the same color
Of the blue and the green
Inside Of her eyes
And they looking at me
Inside of mind
I wish that
I could speak
She's stealing his glances, and I've been
A hopeful romantic as long, well
I can remember
I couldn't believe it when started to lean
Speaking to me when she stated that she
Liked my jacket, and that her name was Jaclyn
I started laughing, I said I found that quite distracting
'Cause that's my mother's name, and that's my father's namesake it felt like life was playing games
Contemplating 'tween the two, coincidence or fate
Communicating, making moves, is this our first date?
She smiled like an angel, then she said
Yeah
Packing up our bags, started for the road
Filling up on gas, you already know
I got my Texaco, red coat, roll call
Four bros rolling up to a hell of an occasion
Long had we waited for the final destination
Four hours later till we made it
Hopping out the transportation
Anticipation for the bass shaking and vibrations
Onto the pavement to a vacant hotel
Settle arrangements
From the EST to the CST
Watch say four, but the phone say three
Shows at eight, so we pre-gaming
Got my hair slicked back like Trouffanis
Six drinks deep when I find my keys
Never been the best with the belongings
So I put my phone down till morning
Hey Alec, can you call the lift?
Pulling up to the ballroom
Get into queue with my good shoes
Wait on a security hoping I'll pass through
Lacking maturity, pockets on taboo
Obtaining a fake at Michigan State
Was nothing but ingenuity
From sophomore to freshman we still hit the breweries
Passing and brutally killing the bottle
So foolishly facing debacle
I ruefully made the decision of giving the guard
Somebody I thought was avant-garde
But he took one look and he bent the card
Grabbing a hold of my arm, walking a couple of yards
I saw the garments of the department
Very alarming, he was a sergeant
Put me in cuffs and he mentioned bars
Looked right quick for a friend to the guards
My trio amigos looked at me and told me
They'd dig me outside of this deep hole
Nodding goodbye to my people not knowing
When imma next see them
I hope that this stays on the D-Low
My mother's a P.O., so she'd be P.O.'ed, if I had a P.O.
Chest to the wall spread eagle
In the back room with the white walls
Where they show you how the night falls
With the flashlight to your eyeballs
Every word that you walking a tightrope
Down a deep slope, cause their mics on
And you might not get to walk home
Cause it's bygones or bail bonds
If they enthralled in your downfall then you're done for like an outlaw
Watching the trooper, copy my drivers
He told me, I must remind you
That you are a minor, caught up in all your stupid desires
We waited a couple of minutes of time
Just to see what the department could find
A pleasant surprise, my record came back on no priors
He told me, to get the f*ck out of the premise
And if he catch me again, he will not be so tentative
I got to vanishing, scared of him changing his mind
Slowing my breathing while wiping my eyes
Shaking off feelings I can't describe,
The level of which I was terrified
Chasing the feeling of living inside of the moment
Resulting in missing entire performance especially sobering
Instead of a warrant, I'm off with a warning
That is a win
I talk to the doorman
The concert is over in two or three hours
He told me to take the "L" starting at
Lawrence, and get off wherever you feel it's important
I told him thank you,
Walking away from the venue, residing inside of my mental, a thought, was everything
That I had been through enough
The cuffs, from bluffs, of putting on fronts
For cups, of what, I thought I had want
I trust my gut, to know I'm not cut
To destructing myself until I am undone
I'm crossing the street, and leaving behind
The difficulties inside of my life of living as someone who isn't alive
I couldn't believe that I made it outside of that situation
Stepping inside of that train station
Pull out my card, and I make payment
Walk up the steps as I start waiting
Wondering where this thing might take me
The brakes on the subway could light up a match
Thrashing and sparking and finally parking
Embarking, I'm headed towards 95th Ave.
Doors sliding open the right or the left
I pick the latter, like it doesn't matter
In hindsight a jest
To the chain of the events
And the way that the butterfly
Has an effect
On my life that
I did not expect
To lose all of my breath
On my way to my seat
From this woman I seen
The Mediterranean sea
Is the same color
Of the blue and the green
Inside Of her eyes
And they looking at me
Inside of mind
I wish that
I could speak
She's stealing his glances, and I've been
A hopeful romantic as long, well
I can remember
I couldn't believe it when started to lean
Speaking to me when she stated that she
Liked my jacket, and that her name was Jaclyn
I started laughing, I said I found that quite distracting
'Cause that's my mother's name, and that's my father's namesake it felt like life was playing games
Contemplating 'tween the two, coincidence or fate
Communicating, making moves, is this our first date?
She smiled like an angel, then she said
Yeah
Writer: Kevin Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.