Verse 1: Ya ever walk down ya block with a sag in ya jeans, thinkin to yourself man, when the hell am i gonna leave? This place that i seem displaced in this space it's -- Kick up and lift off, up out in a spaceship Ya gotta man up, just big up and take it -- Yeah you gotta sit up, then get up to make it Weightlift just the weight of this place its -- Full of races I hate all you racists It's a race quick to see who can place quick -- Black or the White, Spanish to Asians Is that courageous or stupidly evasive -- I'll let you choose the outcome and which outweighs it Thats some weight it's kinda like your plate its -- Full to the point where your food aint contained its Just contageous, so find inner patience -- Just be patient and wait, it'll makeshift! [HOOK] x2 I learnt the cleff notes a pen stroke I placed it -- On a pad of paper and unleashed the basics Got bored with the first couple phrases -- so if you dont mind yeah id like to switch pages This a craze if my crayons abbraisive stay back cuz spray ons are way sicker painted And what awaits us is basically ancient -- so every day and night yeah I sat & I say this... Verse 2: I layed this a gravepit a graveyard for hatred -- I wiped it, and yeah im sufficed to erase it And I will fight for the right to replace this -- Sufferin of government, id like to just state its Not a place where they right, yeah its tainted -- No talking States it's, the countries that wage it War to score just an unseen oasis -- In these places, the pace is outrageous Picture painted I paint this in laymans -- Terms, im concerned bout your life in these caves it's In a cave with some caveman and rapists -- Tied with a tie and control you cant gain it You gotta earn it, those terms and refrain if -- The tape stuck on your face is yearned firm and pasted On ya face its ya mouth covered, laced with -- Anthrax so stand back, and cover your face kid (CHORUS x2) Verse 3: They aim it and spray kids brainless on the pavement -- You want the facts? The truth? The basics? Your life aint a life when it feels painless -- Cuz pain is your gain it's the proof that you made it Through the fights and the struggled arrangements -- The hype thats unlike all the other occasions You will strive and unite what is ever been likely to be slightly different and blame them But it's cool, cuz whatever awaits us, can wait cuz -- Man I be stuck in these ages Where the wages, was even they made us -- equal people livin with security blankets It seems spacious but up in this spaceship -- It aint shit, we anciently keepin the weight shift Understatement, this state mends in traces -- I can't change the world when i just aint rich (CHORUS x2)

This is how I do it I usually keep it fluid. From Freon to ac on to me honestly ima shoe-in shooing all you chauvinistic showoffs, I grow ops, then grow up. I go off, and get lost and go nuts – So who are you to me? You could be snooping stupidly into me while I kick it the coolest, and rock a beautiful symphony – and now I’m usually into my intimate empathy imagery I’m here to be the leader and stop the end of this industry – By any means our enemies are ends to mean the greatest – I lend a beat by any means to friends to be debated. Hate it, love it, I done make it and when I make it try to follow it – All of it, all your talking shit often bitch you can swallow it – Off and on’s how I model it, Off is for any bottom bitch – Bikini on my D she be genie gee she be hoggin it – Huggin nd she be doggin it, lovin me her esophagus – Love and leave my dungaree undies inside her closet with, all of my all insides is where I keep it bottled up, all of me honest pride is how I keep my motto up, big as an auto truck, small as a leprechaun I’m on a pawn a board of chess and striking decepticons, Misses im a mister, missles that don’t miss you, I miss a lot of shots but not the ones that choose hit you, I bet you a bitch too when I bite up out your pin– Mosquitoe with the needle noses and a biter with a binge – Ima lover not a fighter but if fighting ima win – Im Akuma kinda Ryu kinda lighter on the skin – Im a lot I’m kinda like a butterfly, but with a sting, and so I float with the fleets beneath and over what Is king – Im a supernova soda with a bite that’s like a bark, ima dog without a chain and vicious teeth to make a mark – Im malicious when I picket while I pick it you apart – Apart in parts in parks, rosa, roses risen from the dark – Ima darsh a kind of doucher when I stand up at the camera, can he do candid or amateur, super sick with stamina, easy peasy believe me im killin it when im in Canada

Rapapumpum Rapapumpum x 3 Ima gunner ‘nother stunner, I’m a drummer boy son! Oh he, - Oh me, - Oh my, - Oh Geeze, So fly, that’s me, always on it rockin honest I am O.Zee So fresh, so clean, To death, OD’d – O Zed E. E. – Gimme nothing but percussion and a dope beat and I be the genius believe it how I come clean it – Mr Clean is on the land it’s abandoned the planet Venus. Scene it? With scenic demons god damn I demand a Jesus who isn’t a man or fetus, or plans to see mans defeated – Eat it! – And chew this knowledge up all of what you been talkin out and see jus how it takes to taste the waste that you been talkin bout – [Yeah!] - Im gna make or break and keep on skatin walk it out – A mouth that is often open hope I’ll choke but bitch I’m sick I cough it out [HOOK] A seed to be sapien though doe, but be within ladies and so no homo you homos I’ma Super Saiyan ape again – [Rawr] - So Take me in amazin’ cadence when I play to win. On a phase in outer space with fitted mitts we be Canadian this – Is where you enlist and listen quick and read the pages flip and flip it through the script but missing what you seem to major in is. Never a gist always a hitch, of which’ll pick n pack a missile this is how I frickin fill a fuckin stadium. SIT Down now or youre itching for a pow wow – Pickin a lighter fighter but bitch I’m sick at knockin mans down – YUP - Rick and the Roll to Ross, I Kris and Kross around town – official boxer, gimme the Oscar, “How now brown cow” winner of it hands down – So put your hands down – Now put ‘em back up jus in a rush to get us damn loud, and if a loud crowds got me singing loud now – Gimme the healing feeling I be screamin cuz I’m damn proud [HOOK] So get up and get at professions you wanna progress in, assessing whatchu done best in embrace it and keep on steppin’ – JOG – And Keep obessin whatchu don’t get and shit I’ll be rockin off Aesop Finesse and yes and I’m reppin rippin J Roc – Now run a meter see until you run the metre clean. Oppression over the essence of an F L O to DMC – RUN - I be the metronome a lesson those that see me see a chef o tone and besties know I wreck a foe in D&D son [HOOK]

[HOOK] Sleeping in a Cherry Tree, High above a Monastery. Where the bells are ringing slow. To say farewell when hours go. And all the while I'm dreaming of, the ballad for my one true love. Searching for the perfect way to say. 'I Love You' Verse 1: My sleep is over, I rev the motors. Get up out of bed and I grab me a soder. I mean a soda, and sober aint what I am cuz damn i'm hungover. I tip n toe it through the hallway to the shower. It takes seconds but it feels like hours. A sour taste in my mouth and theres people in a house, that I don't even own. 'Ours' I throw a shirt on and head off. I throw a beat on to see if you get off. And then I jet off. Out the door to the public. The sun I adore gimme more, yeah I love this. Some sun, he be warm in abundance. Or if she, she can scorn like a son of a bitch. But women are my love, so come give me hugs. Then we can do a porn while i'm done this. [HOOK] Verse 2: There's only one way to say it but it's hard when. You've never had a love, never had your heart bend. Never had a hug, never had a ball. Ever had your heart break, ever fall? Well that's sad but in life you should dig, get it dug. Cuz it's nice to be loved by them all. And so we fight, for the left, for the rights. Better liked, by the Reichs, than to be loved. Not atall. But this Tuesday's a nice one. It's damn light, it's a new day, a bright one. Ever young, ever old and our life runs. To a toll, we are told we've a limit 'till our life's done. So to fold would be stupid when you're pot committed. This world could be nice, but it often isn't. And so we're driven to be worse than even Terrorists. This life is better when you've got someone to share it with. [HOOK]

[HOOK] Mama said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this my Mama said (Mama said, Mama said) Verse 1: Here’s a track that you can have, to show your mom or dad Or sister cousin or brother that you aint never had And try to just lose it and move it right to my music And use it to stomp and stamp it and dance with us while we groove it My mamma told me that oldies were just the realness She pumped it up then asked me if I could feel it I’m jumping up till I’m bouncing I got that feeling -- Uppity up, I’m jumping up and bouncing to the ceiling -HOOK- Verse 2: So... Turn up the volume and all you can come and rock it Shake it, bang it, bump it, jump it, till all you becoming nauseous Bop & hop it dance and drop it, in schools or up in the office In, or any officer or copper when they walk it out I am awesomer at least that’s what my momma shouts -- She be like he, Zee he be nothing of a potty mouth I be like yeah right, chick aint know what she be talking bout -- I curse and I cuss and swear I swear it but not in ma mommas house -HOOK- Verse 3: Yeah all right y’all ready, last verse c’mon Who be the genius, I mean it, she be your mother umm And so you be like her you hug her there aint no other one Whether you like her you love her, no matter what she done Dum Diddy Do Wah Diddy dumb you’re your mothers’ son Or 'er daughter, you got her and that’s forever She your momma, she wanna be, wanna see when you get better Better betcha ima getcha to be shaking in your seats Grab your mother and your father and come shake it with the beat

[HOOK] Cuz what you get is something different in life “Well I don't get a damn thing & I been living it right” But what you get in life is different advice “Well man I must’ve took it wrong cuz I’m living in shite” Shit man, this is right, you're just living it wrong & if you are just come sing it this song “I’ll sing it till it hits the streets and they're singing along” Yeah, this is life a light switch & it’s on Verse 1: I tried to switch it, swap the attitude and beat the rest I keep on switching changing batteries to keep finesse But even newer batteries they batter me, and take my energy for levels that I never knew I had in me And so I had to be the one to bite the bullet, I’m good at chat & flattery but bad at tryna pull it. But even after we come back to see my wood it’s, now would it be so bad for you to ask to see bollocks I’m the fullest how I’m full of it’s sick – I pull my weight it’s in a way that when I pull-up I sit. And all this wait up in the waiting room has got me crazy how we paint a few to be just full of it shit. And so we got a lotta people talking shit – Bickerin bout the badder but they on and off their rocker with, I’m on a rocket ship leaving this apocalypse – Leaving like a tree to seed to see me put a sock in it. - HOOK Verse 2: Now whether good day, bad day or in -- Side on your hind when the rain starts pouring -- Lyin on your back in a sac so foreign – Ikea, yeah I see a point where you'd be snorin' But get up and get out and get at it – This worlds a playground your bound to know that It’s – Yours to explore and discover the globe – im ecstatic that our half it hasn’t covered the known – Or the unknown either – Either im an idiot or we could choose to fund more divers, scientists and tests I test to shun no liar – For he, he be a fool, but me I be desired -- I be the sire I’m the sir to the game – “What teams he playin in? Canadian! Well sure he can hang. - They told me I could be the captain & I asked them why? And they replied that they’re sure to be lame. - HOOK

Verse 1: Whatchu know about me? Whatchu know about green? Shit man, yeah. What the fuck you know about me? Got a Sam in your hand? Break it out B. Pass me the blunt lemme spark it in my mouth G. Get up in it, get up in my civic. It aint mine, but mine is a word without a limit. That word I never get it. Never got it good. Taking what I please & i'm getting all the goods. A light to the weed, wrapped in backwoods. A hype of degree which that you can't cook. Cuz this weed uh, gets me sick cuz. Drop that shit man, smoke this cheebah! You feeling me and Jae ya? Man kid the illest. J got the knives man, Zee on the skillet. Pass us the beef man, you got it. We kill it. JDK and O.Zee the gods of the realest! HOOK J.Movilla: Me myself and I, floating on cloud 9 Smokin green by da field, blowin trees like land mines*boom Every damn time, im breaking down dimes, dubs and quads watch how i light em up, how high *high On tha instrumental, kush up in my mental, cherish every bong hit like its sentimental i know my kush strains and i could mentor, you, n you could tell im into feeling mary in my veins n thru my skin just like splinter spin in it up a L, or pack in tha bong a litle hash with tha kush, i call it cheech n chong you can say im lifted or faded, no debatin im breaking down toronto maple leafs, no skating *tdot so you get it, get wit it, and light up put more green in the bowl or the plane, n fly up *punk *basics no seeds, stems sticks, Dash em with da snakes who tryna smoke my shit! *but regardless i gett, soo muthafuckin high so muthafuckin high HOOK Verse 3: Because i'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't. Get the fuck up out this blunt bitch, get your hand off my smoke. This is my dope man, I can't stand to be broke. That's why I'm panhandling grams of the rope. Out the alleyways & backstreets, cops can't catch me. In my Jays, Ima Zee, Ima Zoom. I'm Nasty. Lastly on the beat, ima newfound killah. Always smoking weed, while I be Vanilla. F'reala always in it when I flee the Villa. Scylla aint a monster I'm afraid of, it's made up. 5 heads aint got nothing to my blades cuz. Ima mage, with my magic with 8 Budz. A bud; I'm O.Zee Ima weight cuz. Hot knives watch me dive in a lake cuz. Cuz i'm high and a dime and my mind is a mine of design and i'm baked FUCK... HOOK

Verse 1: This ones for the people, nah fuck, why give what I earn to provide, y'all feeble This ones for me, to live comfortably cuz we know that y'all be evil No soul, just sold, no weep or defeats till we strike gold Hope that we hope for the best, hope that we open our hearts and be less cold You got time for me, well then dine with me, come chill and have wine with me Come bounce to the beat while the beat bounce back and relax while you come and spit a rhyme with me And if you got what it takes, and you take what you got and you get what you need, well whether or not For the sake of the race take stand take place and ready or not, come grind with me [HOOK] Verse 2: You ever wake up feeling unusual? Hell yeah, man damn that's usual But this day is the next, on your grind gotta flex, and the fresh air got you in the mood to move Mood to groove, soothe when the musics smooth & when It does you get buzzed from the music you Say Move out the way, but I choose to schmooze 'cause this world and this Earth it's beautiful But what I wish for, doesn't have an outcome, 'cause our out-pour doesn't have an income So we outsource in from, import in from the big shore ports in Dim sum Ship summer kicks for the boards and b-ball -- Yup yup hoards for the boards to recall And so we shimmer & we shine with the new shit – Instead I simmer & I grind with my music [HOOK]

So watch the bass run, and let the beat jog, and start to bounce up and down like a seesaw – And what you see saw, well you could saw seas, up here it’s like I’m Moses to you zombies So here we go see O.Zee ima start it, with the beat in the crowd, get retarded! And when I be where I be I can see how I see every seat in the crowd as my target And when you leave Ima be, where I be that is here on the streets singing proud for these artists -- So get up, while I get down in getups – And get down with the best sound and set ups -- And get loud, and just throw your hands up while the bands and the fans just go bananas, and so I got a right to pick a little fight, on the mic I’m the light in the zone Bonanza! I’m a man when I fly the coop, I shoot hoops and I’m cute when I flow the stanza – Ima youth, but to you i’m a douche and uncouth to the tee to the tooth Costanza – So stand up, getcha hands up holdup, and man up man fold your sleeves and rollup -- Cuz we’ll be rockin till the day and through the evening, sleep? Hell no cuz sleep is not a me thing – Greetings from a city with no sleep, come and heard sheep with little Bo Peep – (Peep) Ima man with his own Aganda -- Genda, Brenda, I’ll be damned uh, what was her name cuz I can’t remamba. Amber, Sandy, Roxy, Manda? I demand a name to brand a – Face get her face on a canon camera – Can do can did, snapped a candid, picture of this girl’s fat nasty mantits. Ima famished, tandem mantis. On a beat with the ease and my speech the canvas – So get a leash cuz we’re not the sane – or the same were deranged and we’re off the chain – On my Django shit, on a Rango tip – Cuz my house be a home on the range ole shit – Oh sh, oh shucks gee willickers kids– I didn’t mean to say fuck but I didn’t “Oh shit!” – Now I did, just my luck on some idiot ish – Ew’s cuz my issue’s are a little bit sick So you know how it goes from here on out right? WooHoo x7

Blue Jeans, White Shirt. Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn. It was... Verse 1: The best thing that I ever did see. She walked in the room so fresh, so clean. Legs to the waist, and her waist to the face. And her face had a way to just make me scream. In a good way, and we could play teams. But instead of talking to her i'd daydream. Of how we happen to be happening here. How 'bout we talk and get back to the beers. So just know why I gawk at you. You're so hot and i'm "ick" so it's awkward to. Tell you how I feel when i'm sober. The nights almost over & I still haven't talked to you. Confidence is a bitch, and I don't got it. I'd rather not be a dick and be so modest. And so I moved on the floor, with my moves to the groove and pursued to be cute, and she so bought it. Hook 2: Blue Jeans, White Shirt. Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn. It was like. James Dean, for sure. You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer Verse 2: Lana Del Rey, Blue Jeans Misfit. Cigarette in her lips but I kissed it. Kissed her lips and then soon we would swoon and then boom we're in June and the room was a witness. And then we danced all night. Romance, all types. So fresh, so clean, so right. And the sex it was ecstasy, next to the best it was better 'cuz her dam so tight. I flick a little like a banjo right, and we cuddle so subtle in the candlelight. Like two peas in a pod, calm as can be. And then a new dawn, she conjures the seas. See she be the dream, and the song for the free. Mermaid, shes afraid of the palm when I plead. Bleed words, and alert what i'm worth at my birth and revert to assert with a nominal fee... Hook 3: Blue Jeans, White Shirt. Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn. It was like. James Dean, for sure. You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer Verse 3: So I slide on the floor and I bust a move. Much due when I do, then come up to you. With a lisp, ima spit. Never missed on a mix. But in this, ima fix tryna muster you. Want a dog with some mustard too? Hot damn! Hot dog! I'm in love with you. And this love is a bug and it humbles you. And gives wind when I swing with the bumble U's Bumblebee's, sheeze! Ima blunderbreeze. Blunderbuss nuts. They be under these. Under where? Here in my dungaree's. In my underwear yeah there be a son to see. Sol E, Soleil. Are you Hungary? So please take a plate of my Dunkaree's Dunkaroo's, zoo full of funky G's So gorilla, but vanilla in my jumper jeans. Hook 4: You went out every night, and baby that's all right. I told you that no matter what you did i'd be by your side. Cuz ima ride or die, whether you fail or fly. But shit at least you tried... We were dancing all night, we were dancing all night. x4

[HOOK] We didn't realize, that we. Have arrived. x2 Verse 1: Do you realize that we could be. On a boat & afloat so free. Just you and you and me. And everybody else, yourself plus 3. Our eras stuck in the waste. Our music has no taste. Unless you wanna search, try to research. Unearth something great. Or you're a robot that knows not and's gonna get it. Talent aint valid, a ballad is often edits. Said it, who said it? I'm glad I aint getting credit. Reddit, who read it? I'm glad I aint tryna sell it. Sellin is selling out, i'm selling in. Music is my medicine. Rhythms how I let it in. Views are how I let out. So just gimme a shout. Or a scream, nah mean? Cuz I live on your couch And it's a scene at your crib when I live at your house. Maybelline chicks in G-Strings skiddin' about. [HOOK] Verse 2: All you just jump up quick. All you with your pumped up kicks. Nikes, Adidas sneakers & FILA's, do some fucked up shit. Up on the tables on bagels. You able to get the treble and angles to play with my music? Well you should pump my shit! So try to get with me, cuz Whitney is who I rock to "Houston there's a problem, we have symptoms of the rock too" Got you, feeling rhythms that you'll bop to. Stop to, think of how religion hasn't got to. Me i'm Mugatu, please. I aint gonna stop you. But fuck your God. I got women I can talk to. So yeah just shake your fists. Come on and shake those hips. Shout it like you love it, shake and twist! [HOOK]

Verse 1: To a new day, to a new first. To a new start, to a new birth. We are newborns, all on this new earth. Written on this page, and enslaved in my universe. Make a new face, make me captain. Falcon PUNCH, ima chase all you Pacmen. Jail Two-Face, and call in Batmen. Man every snake on my plane calls me 'Jackson' But at last then, time'll crack, bend. Nothing that we see it for'll be like back then. We'd have more cuts, instead of actions. The deaf reading braille and the blind see in captions. And any door shut, well that'd be glass thin. Any obstacle in place I would pass them. Any shortcut? Well we'd amass wins. Nothing less of better when you're living with the Grassman Hook: (Korean & English) How can I prove in the wrong spot? And what can I do without the sunshine? X about me, but whatever you say I don’t give a what? My verse too safe? E bbu a joo e bbu (pretty, so pretty) I'm a teacher who can nicely teach her But I can’t keep goin cuz I got no car She says bye 오빠 I say aight no probs. Verse 2: I lye back on high-horse & high-hat. I'm high 'course, so find where my minds at. It's not home or my bag or my class. I'm tired tryna find it so i'm done, rewind that. Better yet, yeah let's sit & let the time pass. While we chill it, and we sip it on a wineglass. Down it, amounts which would cripple any ticker to a pickle. Check a triple-double bypass. So what are you to me? A diamond to mine and in time I will find you're a fine piece of jewellery. And what you do to me. Eime over time, I design what I write to be liked by communities. It takes time to mine coal, condense it. It takes time to climb poles & fences. But when you're finished and done and all sprung. You can catch a lil sun and just slide to the benches [HOOK] Verse 3: So try to handle me. I'm the man to be. Standing under and above me is a canopy. While i'm humming and i'm running with my sanity. I summing up the money when i'm drumming on piano keys. I'm the only man with manners in your fantasy. And man i've managed manics, Mantis's or Manatees. I'm sick of super stupid bitches and their vanity. I bicker batter 'bout it, but i'm better I demand to be. And in this life that I'm in, yeah i'm cautious. The top's where i'm headed and i'm feeling kinda nauseous. Leaving all you greedy sons o bitches i'm up off this. Planet where the people seem so seedy & obnoxious. Grabbing all my shit up out & packing it in boxes. Fitting every finger fitted deep into my pockets. Speeding through the galaxies & beaming through the tropics. Headed for the ship it's to the sun i'm on a rocket! [HOOK]

HOOK x2 I've been loved and I been used. Cut wide open, scarred & bruised. I'm unbreakable. Verse 1: I feel great on the way to a friends. I feel 8 on a scale to 10. Because i'm baked and i'm high as shit. Check my eyes and shit. "Dude they're Violet!" You mean Scarlett? You clueless retarded. (dummy) I smoked a Jeffrey, then get sexy with my carpet. Always messy in the kitchen when it tempts me. Hunger has me munching 'till the kitchens empty. And ima eat it all up. All the petty brands. No Name, but they look like they're Teddy Grahams. My steady hands aren't too steady when i'm stressed. And i'm stressed, cuz I haven't had a sesh. So I set it up, and have it at my desk. And i'm like "Geeze, weed. It's having me obsessed!" And ima sneeze, wheeze. Rubbing on my eyes. But I still feel best when i'm high! [HOOK] Verse 2: You can catch me real high on a rug. You can catch me real high at the pub. Cuz what I spit is this: My life is shitty but shit, i'm too busy being high to be 'thug'. I'm not an idiot, fine. Well maybe just a little bit. But consider this: dimes over slugs. And i've never dug any newfound rap. I've only dug and i've found new crap. New trash, new tracks by you bastards. Yeah I click & I view for the laughter. And any people who feel your shit's relatives. And ah shit, i'm out of weed getting negative. I gotta make a mish, but I don't like night. I'm paranoid and i'm scared of the nightlife. But gimme weed, geeze. Ima be the super street-fighting crime fighter leading people with my nightlight. [HOOK]

[HOOK] What do I have to do, to make you. Love me. x6 I, love me. Verse 1: And so the stars and the moon they love me. And hug me, and carry me to sleep so snuggly. Like the cow & the moon, ima jump till I snooze, 'till i'm woozy and I feel so comfy. I tuck in cuddly, nothing but undies. It feels lovely with nothing to bug me. Except the bugs and the cars on my street. They're ours but i'm far from afar from asleep. And so I kill it with the bars on my feet. Beat hard on a streetcar bars for a beat. Ima beatnik, hard in the sheets. While I toss & I turn's getting harder to sleep. And sheep seem to be my only occupant. In my mind i'm behind when I'm walking in. I am out and about with a walkman and. Doubtfully oust while I joust with my confidence. [HOOK] Verse 2: And even mouse, or the mice in my house. They're asleep, not a peep, not a pipe from my house. Except my pipe and my mic to my mouth. It is silent, so quiet when I write to myself. No not a weep, not a creep to be heard. While I sleep with the sheep and catch Z's with the herd. I'm in deep sea sleep with the birds in the burbs, i mean fish. I'ma Feesh to observe. And lifes a beach, lifes a bitch I done heard. So I swim and my fins they catch wind and I swerve And I weave and I curve swimming free in the gloom. While i'm deep in a sleep and asleep in my room. So come & snooze, come & sleep with me soon. We can spoon, we can fork, we can dish to the moon. & when we're back, we can click to resume. Click start, while our heartbeats tick like Kaboom! [HOOK]