Tripping nightstands over back walls Tripping out all over you Tripping all over, I've been tripping all over And I'd do the same thing for two On the west coast if we were being technical You need new tires if you gonna master all that snow Otherwise just forget it and give me a rubber band I got a brand new mic and a tune in my head Oh Oh Oh, oh, oh Three notes strong and we're on our little way Don't worry bout it, I write painful things everyday But tonight all I need is this simple beat To make rhymes over rhythms that could mean anything Oh Oh Oh, oh, oh Six beats, it's so simple Twelve:thirty, we'll have pizza And the money, who really needs it When you've got a song to sing, sometimes that's all you need Six beats, it's so simple Twelve:thirty, we'll have pizza, mhh And the money, who really needs it When you've got a song to sing, sometimes that's all you need "Don't worry, honey," It's what I tell myself every time Tripping nightstands over back walls Tripping out all over you Tripping all over, I've been tripping all over And I'd do the same thing for two Tripping nightstands over back walls Tripping out all over you Tripping all over, I've been tripping all over And I'd do the same thing for two