[Chorus: Jamie Madrox]
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We’re gonna go back to our old ways
Here come a rocket outta the sky and it's flying high
It's on a mission to make ’em listen and question life
Your own decisions and visions of what you think it is
Couldn't be different and if it isn't opinion is
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We're gonna go back to our old ways
Here come a rocket outta the sky and it's flying high
It's on a mission to make 'em listen and question life
Your own decisions and visions of what you think it is
Couldn’t be different and if it isn’t opinion is
[Verse 1: Monoxide]
Everybody know we got the blueprint
Tried to keep it on the low like a shoe print
I wasn't worried ’cause the truth is
Even if you got it y'all wouldn't know what to do with it
You burnt out, we got the new wick, lit
And if you wanna be a big dick about shit
I'll keep you burnin like syphilis did
You hear that I get ridiculous no Dyrdek
No longer rappers your all a bunch of witnesses
And also it would appear like different images
That while we been runnin the game y’all been runnin scrimmages
If y'all don't wanna know then quit askin bout the differences
That's how we get em all in they feelings
It's amazin how we just keep on cracking through all the ceilings
It's a wreckin ball kind of affection
I wanna bring em it'll let em know
We ain't the muthafuckas that need 'em
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We’re gonna go back to our old ways
Here come a rocket outta the sky and it's flying high
It's on a mission to make ’em listen and question life
Your own decisions and visions of what you think it is
Couldn't be different and if it isn't opinion is
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We're gonna go back to our old ways
Here come a rocket outta the sky and it's flying high
It's on a mission to make 'em listen and question life
Your own decisions and visions of what you think it is
Couldn’t be different and if it isn’t opinion is
[Verse 1: Monoxide]
Everybody know we got the blueprint
Tried to keep it on the low like a shoe print
I wasn't worried ’cause the truth is
Even if you got it y'all wouldn't know what to do with it
You burnt out, we got the new wick, lit
And if you wanna be a big dick about shit
I'll keep you burnin like syphilis did
You hear that I get ridiculous no Dyrdek
No longer rappers your all a bunch of witnesses
And also it would appear like different images
That while we been runnin the game y’all been runnin scrimmages
If y'all don't wanna know then quit askin bout the differences
That's how we get em all in they feelings
It's amazin how we just keep on cracking through all the ceilings
It's a wreckin ball kind of affection
I wanna bring em it'll let em know
We ain't the muthafuckas that need 'em
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