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Tribute Lyrics

This one is dedicated to the excitable ones
Not the possums playing dead messing with my head
"X" amount of action, "X" amount of games
For years again I tell you the same, ooh, ooh ooo

Gone already to the bored of it all type, lingo
That I'm seein every single night I'm out
Bustin' head for it but yours gets busted right back
Lip split and, I messed up but I got back tryin'

Don't bother lying 'bout constant disappointment
But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front

You're unmotivated, You're sort of faded
But the remedy is not so get on with what you got

Remember "Lady of Guadalupe" The times my mother made mole
After mass we would get home, The girls running to the phone
And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record player
Was "We're In This Love Together"

At the time I never realized how songs haunted
The ones that I heard I played because I wanted
Drawing on my wall from time to time coolin'
Making creatures come alive with no schoolin'

When I'm on the microphone
The method that I make is much patience
The method that I make is much patience
I wait for the beat and then I make sense

I'm comin' in hot forgot, you definitely got no clue
I'm comin' in hot you got, you definitely got so rude
Boy actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy
I tell ya this is a tribute

No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones
But then again there's no one has as much fun
"X" amount of action, "X" amount of games
For years again I tell you the same, ooh, ooh ooo

Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes
He would never bet on a longshot and he'd never bet on a break and
He's condescending and talks gossip galore
But the dude was definitely such a bore

Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying
Don't bother lying 'bout constant disappointment
But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front

Yeah, unmotivated you're sort faded
But the real man is not the one hiding behind the gunshot, boom!

Time travelin' through my memory
There's a younger Doug gazin' at the galaxy
Space trippin' vato of the stars
Searchin' for UFO's from Neptune and Mars

Ode to an alien I know you're out there
Cosmic lonely heart tell me if you care
I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground
I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground

When I'm on the microphone
The method that I make is much patience
The method that I make is much patience
I wait for the beat and then I make sense

I'm comin' in hot forgot you definitely got no clue
I'm comin' in hot you got you definitely got so rude
Boy actin' coy you got nuts like Almond Joy
I tell ya this is a tribute

I'm vexing many mofos but I'm wishing you the best
I keep 'bout half my lyrics and I throw out the rest
Cause fly on by, you can if you want to
The method that makes sense is patience

Songwriter(s): Henning Ruemenapp, Dennis Poschwatta, Stefan Ude, Sandra Nasic
Copyright: Emi Songs Musikverlag Gmbh
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