A Lot to Say (Mr. Dibbs remix) Lyrics & Tabs by Glue
A Lot to Say (Mr. Dibbs remix)
guitar chords lyrics
I found god in my boom box, hiding in the high hats,
Trapped under filters and waiting for kickbacks,
Or justice, plus it's, whatever comes first,
We want the worst, to hurt less, and the best to work us up,
Into frenzies, we'll be keeping it sharp,
Trying to drive but the world has got me in park,
My adrenaline gets me going, rolling through midnights,
Into promises hands, where the failure has no rights,
Or the chance for occupation, I'm done with aggravation,
We don't need your separation; I'll bring the words and music,
You bring the participation,
For every syllable that's fitted to match, your sprit,
I'll be filling you with groove, so catch the sequence,
Glue is true life, as honest as it gets,
Putting a bounce in your step and the love in your sex,
I'll be filling you with groove, so catch the sequence,
Glue is true life, as honest as it gets,
Putting a bounce in your step and the love in your sex,
We've got a lot to say,
And even more to do,
We've got 3 mins left,
And then it's up to you,
On the block where I live, it's all respect and peace,
Trying to set examples by handing out strength to the weak,
The peak isn't as far away as you might think,
But it's takes more than contact highs and mixed drinks,
You blink and it's gone, the stage and the lights,
I gamble my moments but always betting on my life,
While you sit and wait for the pawn to move itself,
I've been hustling, investing in fresh air for health,
Reasons like this, I'm seeing big waves to ride,
Rare records to find, with history to realign,
Tell a friend what you heard, that glue is on the way,
With a budget of zero and 50 shows to play,
It's the same old story, but it needs to be told,
From orange county sun to the northeast cold,
You can get an the mindless nonsense somewhere else,
Cause here we try sneak experimental in on stealth,
We've got a lot to say,
And even more to do,
We've got 2 mins left,
And then it's up to you,
I live to play favorites, in the smoky oxygen,
Doing my best to sing, like I'm Van Morrison,
Driving hard against the current with no sleep until Chicago,
Then crash on the couch of my TBA vatos,
We follow morals where religion is decision of self,
Where you've been working towards heaven but existing in hell,
I'm telling you, glue's seen the best,
En route to something fresh we're headed Midwest,
I never tempt fate, I respect her limits,
Keep my hands to myself then fantasize to the image,
Hold up love, it's never too late to manage,
So focused on the punch, you can't feel the damage,
It's hard to keep the monotony out of the picture,
And quality was a looker and I admit that we miss her,
But each time we deliver better ways and bigger sounds,
She's one step closer to coming right back around.
We've got a lot to say,
And even more to do
We've got 1 mins left,
Then it's up to you
We've got a lot to say
And even more to do,
We've got 10 seconds left,
And then it's up to you,
We've got a lot to say
And even more to do,
We've got no time left
Now it's up to you,
