In the morning, ping pong We play our favourite song Cuz we like it
In the evening round the block Popping off caps non stop
Fillin big plastic bags With water and dirty rags
From the top to the ground Fallin from the top flour On the sidewalk they pound
bridge :
No number no numbers Just the capital letters Put the lyrics on the paper As in exam for the semester Simplicity 's the muse Inhale, exhale them words Them sentences all the Wicked fantasies
[:: CHORUS ::]
Music is supreme, sublime and uplifting Holding us together like a caring mother Bass is like the milk drums are like the silk The sweetest lullaby for the nights are passing by
verse:2
bring amplification Waking up the entire nation
Put a fifty cents coin On the tracks and enjoy
Making tactical smoke bombs Straight from accordions Cuz you like it
We pretend we re grown ups High class stupid shots How you like it