Written by Jonah David/Aaron Dugan/Daniel Eisenberg/Matisyahu Miller/Josh Werner
Eb Slap me Daft, we sat down in the back of the class Gm To seize knowledge we donīt need, I forgot my late pass Fm But Iīm early to a arival beatbox, you got raps? Gm Meet me on the football field, donīt sleep on field, the quarterback Eb No one clapped when we locked in, it was removal of our class Gm But my flag got captured and I fell between the cracks Fm My tool for inspiration turned into a handicap Gm No matter how I tried, I just couldnīt fill the gaps Eb Those whipper snappers, they got trapped old chap Gm They lost the way, they never had the right map Fm Needed a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back Gm So I packed for the schddle dreamed big I wouldnīt settle Eb Put the pedal to the metal and returned to fundamentals Gm Iīll never forget running through the hall with all yīall rebels Fm Roaming through the high land, young bucks invincible Gm Echoes in my brain, if kids report to the principleEb Yeah, misty morning and my mumīs a mess Gm To make matters worse dog my pops is stressed Fm Life is a test, make the grade or catch an F Gm Now death is all thatīs left to ponder I wander off hoping to catch my breath Eb And hold it, mold my memories from untold scripts Gm And roll up in a tornado twist, now Iīm certain Fm Thereīs a pertinent reason Iīm on this earth Gm Seasons change in white plains, but we remain alert Eb When new school years appear, fools fear for a failure Gm And crawl away in tears Fm I play Popeye the Sailor and stay with spinach We walk the halls with a grimace Gm Yeah they gossip in groups I try to mind my business and tell the truth Eb Gm For instance, I listen, see it all with basketball court vision Ignoring ignorance in fields of fiction Fm We lean back in the calmest position Gm And embrace the honesty found within our tension Whatīs good? Refrão Trapped in the elevator of your mind Is it real, what will you find behind the door Your imaginations put you in a bind Around you thereīs a cloud of gloom Swallow the key, lock yourself in a room Canīt see outside of your Universe Eb Gm No more war, there wonīt be anymore hunger No jealousy, not even competition Fm Let go, release, you hold the keys Gm Time we evaporate into the breeze Eb We are nothing, we are something Gm Let go, release, you hold the keys Fm Itīs time we evaporate into the breeze Gm We are nothing, weīll be something Eb Welcome to the desert of my soul Gm You can stay if you like Fm Thereīs room for one more Gm Thereīs room for one moreAb Substance dulls the mind Fm Traif* wine clouds the heart Cm You canīt sew a stitch with one hand Bb While youīre taking it apart Ab Bright lights might look nice Fm But they sure wonīt make you sharp Cm You canīt sew a stitch with one hand Bb While youīre taking it apart