Waitin’ on the phone call not so calm,
but hopeful tryin’ to hold on and not get thrown off.
All alone, kept company by four walls
with no cause but to post up or doze off.
For so long, this routine goes on and on
with no pause in its absence of vocals.
Embarrassed in the presence of no one,
as if my so-called social life and I broke up.

Had your hopes up and completely out of focus
waitin on a date that was never gonna show up.
The way the game is played, will leave your system devastated.
Many crews are makin’ moves outta desperation.
Clothed in a sold-off style they don’t own
just those kids that just showed up to show off,
struggling to hold the pose with no flaws,
whistlin’ that same old song to cover up old scars.

A lie, exhaled in the air,
floatin through the breeze in the atmosphere
and everybody’s takin’ hits like they just don’t care-
obsessed with the right now and right here.
I pocket the phone and hop back on the saddle,
bike into the thick late night. I’m after
the moment. Headed deep into the masses
drunk with pride and overdosed on fashion,

pre-tattered fabric, pants sand blasted,
hats’a slanted sideways and backwards,
movin like a tantrum caught in molasses,
the party’s in the house and the house is on the campus.
I’m showin’ up all late, not that fly,
lost and uninvited, lookin like that guy
tryin’ to kill time to look like I’m in the know.
Fuck it, I’ma break out the phone. Yo,
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Chorus
Leidi Ann, Leidi Ann, tell me what’s the plan.
Have ya heard of anything goin down that’s big.
I’m in a place right now, don’t really know where it is
and wouldn’t mind to find somewhere else to fit in.
So just roll, roll, both sleeves back
and take your time while I’m on the run.
I’m on a mystical quest to find where it’s at,
just another flame on the sun.
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Instead of loungin’, I bounced around,
grabbed a cup off the counter and cleaned it out,
caught a glare from this chick holdin’ down the house,
but I played it off leanin’ up against the wall.
Now I know what you wanna think. I know how it seems-
I ain’t ya Average Joseph, I wasn’t born last week.
I roll with midnight mailmen, and beautiful thieves,
swim in streams of heavy hair gel and bleach.

Everything between confident to not sure,
freaks and band geeks to the startin’ roster,
hesitant to speak to compulsive talkers.
Whoa, the phone’s ringin’. Man, that’s Sean from Rockford.
“Low and behold, Mr. Popular” Holla
More like self-conscious here. Yea Yea
“What’s up, where you at, what’s good?
sounds like a party goin’ on in there.”

True, it’s not bad, they got two tapped kegs,
the ratios about half, equal dudes to gals.
Everybody’s getting’ down ‘til the cops come round,
so swing through with your crew on that right about now.
It’s design is too fast for time,
last thing you want is to be last in line,
stuck reaching with a cup, shoulder to shoulder-
hey I got another call, let me click over. Yo
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Chorus
Brother Will, Brother Will, tell me what’s the deal
Have ya heard of anything goin’ down that’s ill
I’m in a place right now, don’t really know where it is
and wouldn’t mind to find somewhere else to fit in.
So just roll, roll, both sleeves back
and take your time while I’m on the run.
I’m on a mystical quest to find where it’s at,
just another flame on the sun.