Losing Time

Get up on your feet,
And feel the rumbling tone of the sound that is stone,
And know you're not alone.
These days blazing through the maze is what my crew intends to do.
Even though we all get in a rut or two,
It was November, I remember it well,
I was a drunken spun out stoner, not giving a hell.
But now I'm stronger, I'd blaze it all out longer,
But I gotta get go before I

I've become less awake,
It seems the more I give, the more I take and time,
Time spirals out of control.
Taking you back for those times you stole.
It seems so hard just to get away,
Sometimes I want to but I gotta stay,
Why even run through it if you can't even do it?
It gets on to you, so get up on and move.

Okay,
We got it all straight so we can meditate.
It's on like a whim, and like a storm from within,
You gotta know we'll make you spin.
So pay attention to my mission,
Good chance you probably heard,
I said who's coming with me on this freakadelic jam?
I gotta go.
I can't wait here all my life.
I gotta get going before I fall behind.