Nothing We Can Do (Step2It Remix)
Take it all
Take it all
Take it back
Wait awhile
Take it all
Take it all
Take it back
Wait awhile
Take it all
Take it all
Take it back
Wait awhile
Take it all
Take it all
Take it back
Wait awhile
Who's ready now
I think I am
I'll take over the world before I fall asleep again
It's my destiny
Woman loves the music with the stars
I'm alone inside my head, but this that music from the heart
Wrote a song, that's me saying here's a flower for you
And I'll keep writing til we're best friends
Or til the sun goes transparent
My melancholy lullaby swings
Took all summer vacation to sort through things
But now the master's gone
And I'll be honest, baby, I've been waiting so long
Making money for nothing, do you remember those days
Had to roll with the punches, get on my knees again
Say we used to dream, part time dreamers with a job now
If there were no money, I'd give you the sun and moon pal
I'd turn my enemies into a beach of teeth
Jagged, rotting away, shit is smelling like anchovies
So get with it, look in my lucid snow globe
A counterfeit mystic, what a world that we live in bro
Feel the energy, that's fruit in the room
Dollar store hippies, listen up, cause there's nothing we can do
Take it all
Take it back
Wait awhile
Take it all
Take it all
Take it back
Wait awhile
Take it all
Take it all
Take it back
Wait awhile
Take it all
Take it all
Take it back
Wait awhile
Who's ready now
I think I am
I'll take over the world before I fall asleep again
It's my destiny
Woman loves the music with the stars
I'm alone inside my head, but this that music from the heart
Wrote a song, that's me saying here's a flower for you
And I'll keep writing til we're best friends
Or til the sun goes transparent
My melancholy lullaby swings
Took all summer vacation to sort through things
But now the master's gone
And I'll be honest, baby, I've been waiting so long
Making money for nothing, do you remember those days
Had to roll with the punches, get on my knees again
Say we used to dream, part time dreamers with a job now
If there were no money, I'd give you the sun and moon pal
I'd turn my enemies into a beach of teeth
Jagged, rotting away, shit is smelling like anchovies
So get with it, look in my lucid snow globe
A counterfeit mystic, what a world that we live in bro
Feel the energy, that's fruit in the room
Dollar store hippies, listen up, cause there's nothing we can do
Credits
Writer(s): Cody Valentonis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Mother Brown & Other Assorted Chestnuts
- Mother Brown & Other Assorted Chestnuts - EP
- Different Peninsulas
- Junebugs / Tin Whistle Theme
- Nothing We Can Do
- Headless Grasshopper
- Correct Century
- What A World We Live In / Flight Of The Anchovies
- What a World We Live In / Flight of the Anchovies - Single
- Clark and Hilda
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