Music: Sexton Lyrics: Hexum, Martinez This one is dedicated to the excitable ones Not the possum playin' dead messin' with my head X-amount of action, x-amount of game Four years again and I'll tell you the same, ohooh Gone already to the bored of it all type, lingo that I'm seeing every single night I'm out Bustin' head for it, but your's gets busted right back Lip split and I messed up, but I got back trying, Don't bother lying about Constant disappointment, But the fun is in the hunt so quit acting on a front, yeah Unmotivated, sorta faded But the remedy is not so get on with what you got Remember Lady of Guadalupe The times my mother made mole After mass we would get home, the girls running to the phone In my bedroom, 45's on my record player was (scratches) At the time I never realized how songs conjured up The ones that I heard, I played it because I wanted Drawing on my wall from time and time in coolin' Making creatures come, live with no schoolin' When I'm on the microphone The message that I'm make is much patience The message that I'm make is much patience I wait for the beat and then I make sense I'm coming in hot forgot you definitley got no clue I'm coming in hot you got you definitley got slow groove Boy acting coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy I tell ya this is a tribute No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones But then again there is no one that has this much fun X-amount of action, x-amount of game For years again and I'll tell you the same, whoa oh oh Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes He would never bet on a longshot and he'd never been on a break and He's condescending and talks gossip galore, The dude was definitely such a bore, yeah I messed up, but I got back trying, Don't bother lying about Constant disappointment, But the fun is in the hunt so quit acting on a front, yeah Unmotivated, sorta faded But the real man is not the one hiding behind the gunshot Time traveling through my memory There's a younger Doug, gazing at the galaxies Space driven vato from the stars Searching for UFO's from Neptune to Mars Ode to an alien, I know you're out there Cosmic lonely heart, tell me if you care I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground When I'm on the microphone The message that I'm make is much patience The message that I'm make is much patience I wait for the beat and then I make sense I'm coming in hot forgot you definitley got no clue I'm coming in hot you got you definitley got slow groove Boy acting coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy I tell ya this is a tribute I keep about half my lyrics and I throw out the rest but Cause fly on by, you can if you want to The method that makes sense is patience
Music: Hexum Lyrics: Hexum Let the cards fall, and fall where they may All I can do, all I can say Gotta learn to trust my instincts And surrender, let my songs sing itself I am they who admit what they don't know All my friends excitable, they'll tell you so So let the cards fall, and fall where they may In checkin' on our conviction dick We run the shit our own way Do as you will, Do as you wish Follow your bliss on every day Never ask for an advantage Let the cards fall where they may So let the cards fall, and fall where they please Ask me while we're at it, I do it with ease Taking up space is the people who would like to hold you back But in reality, the majority don't really give jack
Music: Hexum Lyrics: Hexum, Martinez Purified sounds brush them on like paint Teenage dream to work with Ron Saint Home he ain't, we laying tracks in Cali The dude is excitable like a pep rally Since the days of the Eds, in the Westside Keeping it real, got nothing to hide Now we are a number, there is none greater Take me out sound king, yo peace, see 'ya later Let's step back tonight, all night The groove is soothing, (like disco, get down tonight) Let's step back tonight, all right It's a better feeling with my friends once again Grape vess sodapop licorice stick Aunt Mary's summertime, backyard picnic Did you drink my beer Doug, yeah I did it Don't tell meto bring you beer if you think I won't sip it Swingin' on, swingin' on jungle gym sets Daddy talkin' about the horses he bet When I got home my friends phoned Hey Holmes Let's step back tonight, all night The groove is soothing, (like disco, get down tonight) Let's step back tonight, all right It's a better feeling with my friends once again (Distorted): Eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish Eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish Eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish Eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish Let's step back tonight, all night The groove is soothing, (like disco, get down tonight) Let's step back tonight, all right It's a better feeling with my friends once again (Distorted): Eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish Eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish Eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish Eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish
Music: Sexton Lyrics: Hexum, Martinez Talkin shit like shut up and listen to me Because cutting through the crap is my specialty Like a bomb I'm dropping yes a ton of lead You're trying to figure out the last thing that I said I'm a redwood I'd love to be a tree Yes I'm a druid My words are flowing out like a fluid Never give in never conform I'll be busting out rhymes in a triplet form Dead leaves on the trees in spring Can't hear the birds sing A light powdered snow on the ground is glistening Vipers slither atop a colder ground they quiver A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver With a brownskin friend claiming kin to Crazy Horse I stink of veno my greasy clothes are rancid But I tip the bottle back the spirits are in me kid Firewater - Call it liquid rapture Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature Firewater - The world's a mixture Of broken liquored people get the picture Firewater - Call it liquid rapture (Nick repeating "firewater") Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature Firewater - The world's a mixture Of broken liquored people get the picture Whiskey be spittle at the corners of my mouth I'm rather liquored a light flickers I got the shakes and jitters I roll I'm like Raging Bull bumrushing the snow Hand to my head sway in the fire I've waded into All alone except the whiskey voices Whores laugh neon signs flash other choices I stagger stumble to toast the past while I mumble Slur my song slow porno show marquee words crumble Firewater - Call it liquid rapture Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature Firewater - The world's a mixture Of broken liquored people get the picture Firewater - Call it liquid rapture (Nick repeating "firewater") Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature Firewater - The world's a mixture Of broken liquored people get the picture You're hanging around the house with all your friends steady drinking Smokin the green weed and your head is sorta blinkin You're going with the flow and everybody's getting plowed And the voices and the music and the noise is getting loud You've got a heavy buzz on when seven o clock rolls around So you pile into the clunker and start heading downtown Only nineteen but you know where you can get it So you slide inside the bar and everything is hitting By about eleven o'clock your brain is near dead You really cant remember who was the one that said "Let'ss go in the bathroom, and meet this guy Chuck He's got a thirty dollar white powder pick-me-up." Ten minutes later the whole vibe has changed You try for conversation but you know you're acting strange Your eyes are wide open but your smile is gone You just keep fiending till the fucking break of dawn