It's Crunch Time!

Pasaron años (hey!)
Ya no me buscas
Desde cuando no te veo por esta ruta
Lo acepto
No importa que tan feo se sienta
You'll grow
You'll get by the storm (get by)
There's always tomorrow
Get off the floor! (let's go)
It's crunch time
Let's go
It's crunch time
Let's go
It's crunch time
Let's go
It's crunch time
Let's-

Qué me vale lo que piensas,
Lo que digas,
Lo que huelas
Lo que escuches en las parras de mi?!!!!
Pa que te subes?!
Baja de las nubes
Cambia de actitud ehhhhhh
Es imperativo que seamos bien activos porque así salí de la matriz
Bueno miento porque nací prematuro
Pero después del mes se cansaron de mi
Siéntate y te cuento:
A los dos en backstreet,
A los tres???
A los four en Hollywood
A los five beyond me
Qué oso,
Qué oso,
Qué oso
Qué oso
Qué oso
Qué oso,
Qué oso
Qué oso, que?
Qué me vale lo que cuentes!
Me tomo la foto y soy tu nuevó fondo
Tomo mis riesgos
Puedo or el apoyo
Robledo pero no tronco
Duele hasta la pepa
Préndete a la letra
Más de cotidiana
No vi(vo) por la lana
Llámame si necesitas hablar
Juntos echamos este coche andar
No importa lo que pase nunca mires atrás
Préndete
Préndele
Préndele
Préndele
Préndele
Préndele
Préndele
Préndete
Préndele
Préndete, prendete-te-te-prendele

Pasaron años (hey!)
Ya no me buscas
Desde cuando no te veo por esta ruta
Lo acepto
No importa que tan feo se sienta
You'll grow
You'll get by the storm (get by)
There's always tomorrow
Get off the floor! (let's go)
It's crunch time
Let's go
It's crunch time
Let's go
It's crunch time
Let's go
It's crunch time
Let's-

Dance with the shifts in space
It's a cold day
To want to stay the same
When the stars spell your last name
Your worst fear becomes being late
It's grub to put on the plate
Stomp invertebrate use him as bait
Okay
Hot pot, new date, fresher than fit,
Sweeter than a pop, pink dots, bubblegum prince
*shink* cuttin up ya favorite rappers thinner than minced
I heard they make 'em outta plastic now that I can digest
I think bout what imma say and how it's heard by the kids
Missed the forest for the trees that imma turn to a bridge
Left a note best place to find me at the edge of the ridge
Looking over walls man I never could resist
Knives out and we cheffin' till Kalid's shift
Tisci suit when I put my two weeks in
Helium, my head might hit a brand new ceiling
So I peek down to the ground my feet are feeling
And pick up a brush, no better way of healing
Pick up a brush, call God up for a meeting
Pick up a brush, what color am I feeling?
Pick up brush, pick up a brush
Pick up!

People continually say:
"I can't draw a straight line. I don't have the talent, Bob, to do what you're doing."
That's baloney.
Talent is a pursued interest
In other words anything that you're willing to practice
You can do
And this is no exception