[Verse 1: Dylan Owen]
Put your hand over your heart like it’s the pledge of allegiance
And if you’ve been here from the start, I can tell when you’re speaking
But if you’re planning to depart
I’ll tell you get up and leave and
We all gon’ die one day
That might be true but I won’t ever believe it
So if you’re stepping to me you gon’ need a medical reason
Are you excessively bleeding or getting anemic?
For a second bulimic?
Microphone checking your fever for deadly diseases
I need a place to bury my grievances
So
I am back, vinyl scratch
Middle name? Guess it is Stephen after the saint
Blessed for a reason
You’ll need the whole metric system just to measure my genius
And even longer just to measure my
It’s DJ grumble on the beat and yo the temperature’s heating whatever the season is
Walk in my shoes and you gon’ step to my demons
Led Zeppelin told me that the steps to heaven have steepened
And so I’m praying to a God that we both separate believe in
That’s right, we put on that soulful music last night
Moving effortlessly in a sea of meshing with me
And so if you’re stressing let expression be especially free
And let that beat rock most definitely

[Hook: Dylan Owen & Sample]
You said you needed time to think it over
You said I was too young for you to care
You wanted me to wait till you were sober
Before you said the things you didn't dare
Well I've been...

[Verse 2: Dylan Owen]
Put your hand up to the sky if you’ve forever been reaching
And put your hand over your eyes if things are better when dreaming
My confession is I don’t expect to be any special being
And I am no legend, but please don’t neglect what you’re seeing
I’ve been infected by infections injected by weaponry but I bet if you step to me
I still have better achievements
And if you lose your girl, trust me, bet you’re better than he is
You gotta keep your friends close so you’ll be set for the weekend
Take my sentences and rhetoric read it and then let it get meaning
You raise me up to like, the seventh degree
And so if you get depressed or restless, invested in jealousy
Upset, or feathered and beaten, bleeding, eventually just recognize
I am just a doorman, working till the door slams
Checking out adorable girls whatever the key is
I don’t claim to have it but I know that we could grab it or get it with ease
Jumping off the edge of my seat and I’m saying

[Hook: Dylan Owen & Sample]
Yeah tell me how you're feeling, right now
And we could stay young forever saying
I'm saying welcome to the, welcome to the crossroads
And we were there

[Interlude: Dylan Owen]
This one's a toast to all my friends
Let's go

[Hook: Sample]