From the recording Get Real, Quick!
Space empty, back of the van. Gas for gallons, parties to plan. Icy mug, still extends hand. Retrain your man! Laying low, pass her by. Taking notes, wandering eye. Fake a film. Friers flight. I learn lessons, but I still don’t sleep at night. Can we go on just one more ride, Before you go and fade to white? Thirteen works to relive life of my daily dose of damage done right. Dead but still down. Fuck on uptown. (I’d rather be in the lab writin' than burning gasoline. Maybe it’s me, shit - maybe it’s Maybeline... Track 5 will be “Who Do I See” but for now you sing) It was a no hesitation move. Right on down the deal, dude