T1: Five years later two weeks notice We set the record for dopeness and then we broke it We never left we just totally shifted focus And wrote up another opus the opening of a lotus MK: On our last record we had a song called Liam Neeson But it turned out he’s a racist so straight up FUCK HIM (music drop for fuck him) Maybe it’s a curse, turning wholesome stars toxic But fingers crossed we don’t ruin Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson T1: Eight oclock coffee with a flaming hot croissant then I take a walk maybe not I ate a lot (exhausted!) Clear my plate from off the tablecloth (conscience!) And that ain’t my only way to start the day I got options MK: My style is every measure drastic, a quite conceited bastid Who can flip a dusty record to a certified classic I’m a litraly a master, you’re novice in this game You barely make impressions, I’m here to leave a stain T1: I’m half Jason Statham, half Clay Aiken I've seen the world off of songs that I made in my basement Only fam i give a damn if the radio plays them I want my songs on the International space station MK: 10 foot tall, one ball, your partner sweating me They think it’s so cute the way i sing my offkey melody I’m a different pedigree, that’s just the way it is You trying to maintain, i’m handling my biz. T1: This is a calm collected measured response Not every song is intended to behave like a gentleman on What do you expect us to do next when everything’s wrong You are correct if you guessed Whatever we want MK: If you haven’t heard Two Weeks Notice is the squad With an attitude so flippant we test the patience of God Tribe One is a pacifist but you should be aware tho But if you test kHill you might just catch a falcon arrow

MK: they can’t ever hold us down even with a persistent frowns wondering what the next step is, it’s still eventually found stellar. best adjective to describe at the bottom of a well but still yelling, yo, we’re still alive and i get it, some people doubt or wanna act all aloof but you can’t stand for long against that which is the truth and i know, some people thought it wouldn’t last talking out of their neck, spewing a bunch of trash well the last laugh is ours, cackling the whole way with a frosty glass of freshly sqouze lemonade it was a popular drink! it still is lots of people don’t respect the classics or recognize when the new ones hit with the force of a tidal splat, slamming against your kayak we did it again and they don’t even know how to react but it’s it and that’s that, and you couldn’t touch that with a hammer or a ballbat. T1: we started at the bottom and all but been forgotten for a lot that probly would have been a problem but we’re awesome we’re like the perfect bond of anticon and quannum to accomplish any goals we’ve got in common when we want them we went from eating ramen noodles as a constant to still eating a lot of ramen just not as often we’re on the road rocking shows from omaha to boston in a modern model datsun not even calling shotgun just taking off and throwing caution to the wind so our shows are less like opera more like talking to our friends but i approach it like a doctor bout to operate again i write a song like it’s a sin and opted not to make amends we just flexing on the metronome until the next episode you get to where you’re headed let me know send a card and sign it with an x and o there’s only one direction left to go, straight up now that we been everywhere that we been tell me where do we go now? now that we done everything that we done tell me what do we do now?

Chorus: And it all falls apart All falls down… Tribe One: It was all going really well nobody asked and i didn’t tell I’m just content to continue ringing the mission bell never given anyone a glimpse into my hidden self No me llamo, onamae wa or je m'appelle Except for the fact there were cracks in my little shell Which contradicted the fiction i’d written didn’t gel Within the limits of my skin it’s like a prison cell And every minute is a living hell How much longer do I have to play this act of masquerade I feel my passion fade to black with every passing day I feel so trapped I can’t imagine that i never had to stay But now the mask won’t come unfastened without having to decapitate Wait, maybe it’s only a fleeting moment of weakness Cuz the ground beneath my feet is so seething i’m getting seasick When I can lie to myself it makes it easy to believe it But suddenly i’m not so keen to keep my little secret anymore Mikal kHill: This is how it starts. The buildup crushing on the broken parts. Spoken steel on steel feel the heat throwing open sparks Broken hearts, chipped enamel wrapped in cellophane Paragraphs and laughter chisel chapter crass and so profane It’s all the same. At least it feels that way, really. Who’s to blame? my mind is maimed i’m barely feeling feelings. Stuck up to the ceiling. Observing cracks in all the paint. Realizing wasn’t who i was it’s really more of who I ain’t. I’m in a grave. Trying to claw my way up in the pouring rain The water rising faster now i know that it’s too late to change. I’m thinking dang. If I could go back and change some things I probably just try to make it hurt more when i walk away A broken cage. Expression you can never gauge. already left the stage before the lights and clapping fades. Self made. For whatever that is worth. Attained my goals and all you got’s your fuckin feelings hurt.

T1 And at the end of the day I never meant to let this get in the way But now that everything is less than ok I made a mess of this and yes it doesn’t represent my best on display But what do you expect me to say? Just press play and I’ll recite the lines that you’ve already memorized And the overwhelming sense of pressure gets intensified But you’re desensitized and I am best described As an expert at leaving stress levels kept inside Until it all comes out later in a song And this becomes my way of saying maybe I was wrong And maybe I’ve been banking on the waving of a wand Maybe it doesn’t mean as much when you’ve been waiting for this long And maybe I’m just digging a deeper new ditch Putting my foot in my mouth to see if the shoe fits Maybe the truth is this is just the best I can be Nothing is perfect but especially me... I’m sorry. For everything. Mikal kHill: I missed a lot of things, now it’s always on my mind 600 miles away while my kids saw snow for the first time I was setting an example pursuing a better life Just as many miles away for my latest nine to five The truth is the water is always there, filling up my lungs A sad song with a refrain that I always feel like i already sung A bitter jagged pill I’ve taken by choice, washed down to amplify a broken voice A drink me potion that only made me more small A monologue delivered through a shattered glass jaw sincere bump all ya’ll from the most hostile in the game Against a backdrop of friction and outright shame a game, played with a malfunctioning controller That in the wrong hands could blow up and kill the holder Now i’m getting older, dug a grave for myself A catalogue of lives i never lived on a shelf. Chorus: Why don’t you Watch me drown? Sing along as you watch me Sink down? I want to watch you drown. I want to watch you drown.

Chorus: The first time i tried to fly my eyes were open wide I Spread my wings and never left the ground Closed my eyes To the sky, To the skyyyyyyyyy…. [mikal khilllllllll holy shit] eyes vibrate, uneasy feeling i can’t shake Yellow line slides by as I veer out of my lane The show was alright but at this point i’d rather sleep tight With a bed under my body and a ceiling to stare at rather than headlights Alright, have I told you the story about back when… Of course I told you the story about back when. you in the passenger seat looking like you were tucked in I’m sipping on coffee and forcing a laugh and a grin Every exit feels like i could turn this car into a bedroom But we’re only a few miles away, don’t stop it’s too soon Doom awaits along the line of every shoulder Lot of darkness in the trees and it’s only getting colder I’m only getting older, much like both of my kids I’m getting past the point where it’s not just something they deal with Its something they learn from, a lesson i teach A sequence, a code to crack, a chance to practice what i preach [tribe one] Everything you see was built from the bottom up With a little bit of skill and a lot of luck I gave it everything I got but it’s not enough And all i wanted was to make a meal and an honest buck I put the rubber to the road left a lover and a comfortable abode Just to wonder whether anyone was gonna show Hungry to compete and reap the trouble that i sowed Then coming home with several hundred under what was owed And I never stopped to offer up a thought of any consequence Or possibly acknowledging the flaws But no one ever got an audience off of following logic and common sense And opulence has never been my measure of accomplishments That's the legacy i leave my daughter and my son A monument to following a calling til it’s done My word is bondage promised in the songs I haven’t sung So i’m hollering with water in my lungs

Intro: Someday real soon Everything's gonna be much better Chorus: Everything’s gonna be much better Things have got to get better Everything’s gonna be much better Cause it can't be worse than this [t1] Somebody somewhere, is out searching so desperate Somebody needs to know it isn’t gonna hurt no more Man, I’m out here asking my own questions But I truly hope you find what you’re searching for And if i happen to find it first I’ll make a promise and decide that what’s mine is yours Cuz I been grinding in the dirt And sometimes a kind word is like water when you’re dying of thirst When it’s just enough to keep from giving up to self destruction And the kind of feelings people aren’t comfortable discussing How can you come up from the rut that you’ve been stuck in When it’s frequently a struggle just to function All I can say it’s gonna suck until it doesn’t And if you feel like giving up you would be justified I know it isn’t much to put your trust in But I’ll be waiting when you make it to the other side [mikal kHill] I remember waking up, lungs full of black dust Eyes full of sickness, tongue tasting rust Windows full of cracks, breeze that never stops blowing With holes in the walls foreshadow where the plots going Powdered milk, block cheese, No money for a doctor Carry ballbats because we know who to watch for Hope’s for kids who’s parents pay for college While we might change your oil and hold a sorrow unacknowledged But now I got an office and I’m holding a degree Looking back on the past, I know it’s hard to see But all the things i suffered led me to who i came to be And there’s nothing much i feel about it now but feeling free I was tempered in fire, now my whole soul burns My heart learned to heal, mind wants to learn Every broken moment gave a new type of strength So I’m never going back but I learn to appreciate the brink.