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alternate era - driving to groovetown lyrics

[verse 1: c#lock]
has it hit you yet? the bass grooving and moving
through each and every dude and dudette
who can detect the cool voodoo effects
blue silhouettes loom like i’m soon to be hexed
yup yup, there it is, with no repair
meaning there’s no turning back from despair
don’t look back##go further in there
many words i will tell, make you learn in the lair
of the groove lords, who are intelligent
let me just lose my cool for a bit:
is it evident i’ve been irrelevant since i’ve been heaven#sent
or deader than eleven severed heads peddling formalin?
or is it just the paranoid thinking, i guess?
knee deep in at least 3#40 hits
that’s how i go on these trips
pass it back, man, quit holding the sh#t!

[chorus: ross a.m.]
take me back to the place where i belong
driving straight into groovetown we’ll be there
before long as we hold onto memories of
when we were young having nothing but fun

[verse 2: c#lock]
sippin’ on gin to bring a lit tinge
for this binge of interdimensional visions
but thereafter, let me ask you
that did you know that benefactors have been a factor?
not to hassle or harass you, but time to pull the guap up
so we can all build a castle
since you payed the cost of admission and chipped in, here’s a fifth of some whiskey
let me know if you’re tipsy, let this be
the epicenter of your perplexing existence
for me to be this crossed there’s easily
a possibility of loss of every and all
mobility—it’s bothering
but only at first, who’s on first?
just lean back and rock with c#lock the watchman
cause it’s too hot to stop it

[chorus]
take me back to the place where i belong
driving straight into groovetown we’ll be there
before long as we hold onto memories of
when we were young having nothing but fun

[verse 3: c#lock]
this timeline of rhymes fall in random assortments
we’re in a trance so it’s kinda hard to report it
it’s almost like my memory is lost and it’s horsesh#t
time is warped, i call it “chronic distortion”
logic’s too strong, been stalling for too long
we’re diving in too far, but that’s ok
as your mind weary pretending that you can hear me
the piercing gaze of a lane visits you clearly
driving through it, riding through it
find the music, almost like your f#ckin’ eyes are f#ckin’ droolin’
from this groove#covered town, new colors found
we’re just two brothers lounging, no coming down
it ain’t for kids man, but when the sh#t hits
it bangs hard and makes you wanna drag like a lit cig
through these badlands in your sp#ce#whip
like a madman goin’ apesh#t, to groovetown imma make it!

[chorus]
take me back to the place where i belong
driving straight into groovetown we’ll be there
before long as we hold onto memories of
when we were young having nothing but fun

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