You mean the pitch is green, the time is now, we're not going home, until we're done
Get the gun, we'll get the gun, we'll get the gun, he's coming home
No high is cleaner than the feeling of a Sunday afternoon. My boys are ready, my nerves are steady, we're taking this to the edge now. We've already won
Lay me in the pitch is green
Ninja f*cks my pride like a runaway bride. My ego, my making, I'm losing my mind
In the face of a ninja, shawty, you're really good
F*ckin' outside, pray that I never lose sight of what's right. Ride with my dog like E.T.'s in the front of the bike. Like E.T.'s in the front of the bike
In the face of a ninja, shawty, you're really good. Like E.T.'s in the front of the car. I'm lost and fly like a memory
All I feel, all I do, I'd sooner waste my time with you
You have a hand, I have a fear. Don't press me, break me, spit on me now
In my breath, all I see. I'm lost and fly like a memory
Like E.T