[Hook] [x2]
One for the corner, two for the train
Three for the kids with the beats on their brain
Four for the sunshine that's blazing hot
It's all we've got to give, so we give it all we've got

[Verse 1: J. Guevara]
It's the best of times; it's the worst of times
So I've got the Gatorade for your thirsty minds
The flows you breathe in like O2 that go to your head
Get you tripping like toadstools
So you know you'll be in competent hands like a veteran
QB who be throwing balls to the stands for the fans
The band gets you out of your seat
I get you out of your brain, astral plane in the street
Cause you've gotta pay rent; you've gotta make friends
You've gotta stay sane, so when the day ends
You wanna find yourself where you can lose yourself
Looking through yourself so you can prove yourself
You wanna love a little, and laugh a lot
You wanna be higher than an astronaut
You never wanna ever have to come up for air
So we're taking you halfway there

[Hook]
[Verse 2: Special J]
Well, in a field of broken dreams, I put my stakes down
Where pens, amps, mics, and strings all come to break ground
And chase down the great crown of great sounds
To build upon our lives, or likely break down
We race 'round the playground, way up to way down
Day up to day down, we stay up to lay down
Tracks and beats; from the front to the back of the seats
We got you back on your feet
You'll be singing for the night, singing for the day
Singing for the joy of life, singing for our pay
Listen up, kids, cause we've got something to play
And we'll have good times, good times

[Hook]