RequisiteSay it again without your mouth full

Feet hit the floor at six in the morning, stretching my arms while my mind is still yawning, then I'll be working till my day is done, and then I'm coming on home, to sit on down with my family. Plan to see my love and she's handing me my babe who makes me as happy as can be. But I'll be working till my bills are done, and then I'm coming on home to get on down with my beats and my bass and my board at my place and every time it puts a smile on my face. I'll be playing till the night is done, and then I'm coming on home, so let me know I'm there.

We better do something to please us.
Check the requisite.
Let us know that we need us.
Keeping off the path that beats us.
Check the requisite.

If I can get 50 grand from my nightshift I might stick to my nifty plan with my vice grips right quick; keeping all my fam in my sights, flick all my shitty bands to the bike strip like cigs. We'll be working while we're loading in, but then we let ourselves go, get on down with mic-Check the cabin pressure and release the caution gauges. We got it where we like it, so stop flipping all the pages. Thumbs up in no hitch-hiker zones. After all these years, I'm still fucking with microphones. We'll be playing till the night is done, and then we're coming on home, so let me know when i'm there.

We better do something to please us.
Check the requisite.
Let us know that we need us.
Keeping off the path that beats us.
Check the requisite.

Because my peeps are my favorite, and our vibe is contagious.
We got the groove that moves you through and throughout the ages.
But we sway so complacent,
That's why shit stays in our basement,
And not to you through itunes played in heavy rotation.
It pays to be patient, keep your face on your placement with what you got to do when viewing situations.

Words and music by Jonny Sonic