When the bell tolls and the chunker sings you would probably think that it's over... But the bell tolled and the chunker sang, and we dumped the pig in the ocean... Cuz we- LIVE LIFE, do it til' we dead Runnin' out of lives so we hit the Reset like... Dark thoughts, Grey Skies... Hit a little bu*ton everything will be alright like... With the games that we play and the bu*tons that we press We be moving just to level up, never impressed With the past win column or the days we got em' What you done for me lately is the phrase they follow But hey- reminisce- ignorance is never bliss Neither's leaning on achievement's we ain't' seen in a minute So go- pat backs, high fives, dap daps Find a balance with your ego cuz' that needle gon' scratch Cuz' hey- every party stops, even if the party rocked Leaving Hans Solo on the quest for the bodyrock - no biggie but I'm fiendin' for the private stock Red and black lumberjack blunts getting fired up Til' we tired out, liquor store dried out - we thought we hit a homerun but we lined out We chalk it up to the glitches in the system I be hitting reset just to freshen up the pixels Batteries included, exclusions don't apply So we power up the movement like a mushroom from the sky - get a life, wish it were that easy Disbelief is just a symptom so suspend it like Luigi - and hey keep your shirt on you'll get some better service then Unless you're lawless or you're lucy with a better set - we in the future with the truth to help us settle bets Hindsight's nothing with a black swan temperment Two tone living in the valley of the grayscale Absolutes refuted from illusions in the payscale We playing catch-up with a bottle full of dayquil And that don't cut the mustard for the people tryna pay bills - I'll find a clear head somewhere in this vortex - I know there's something going on up in that forehead - that chicken coop is stupid crowded with the force fed - angry bird bu*ton pushing rush in for endorphins