Well, I guess I lost this round
The mountains [bad word] down
I won’t go where they go
Oh, I’ll be back around

The hits above the trees
And we stole our [bad word] all the tides and tows
We’ll stand above the sea

Highs and lows
There are pits and lands
On the ground that you stand
So, flux and flow
Flux and flow

When we taste the bitter end
And hunger life again
We take another turn
With a better hand

Highs and low
There are pits and lands
On the ground that you stand
Flux and flow
And you fix your plans
Then you straighten your hand

So, flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow

Rat race
Ready, set, go.
My heavy steps slow
But I’m first at the finish line simply ’cause I never left home
I’m a rock man, mega def
That’s key, treble clef,
Leave better yet, just be,
Let ‘em see
How you get fresh, how you get free,
How you shake ‘em
Epilepsy
Without ech-a-sketch scenes,
That’ll make ‘em,
Show how you been without breakin’.

Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow

Flux…
There are pits and lands
On the ground that you stand
And you fix your plans
Then straighten your hand