It's Crunch Time!

Pasaron años (hey!) Ya no me buscas Desde cuando no te veo por esta ruta Lo acepto No importa que tan feo se sienta You'll grow You'll get by the storm (get by) There's always tomorrow Get off the floor! (let's go) It's crunch time Let's go It's crunch time Let's go It's crunch time Let's go It's crunch time Let's- Qué me vale lo que piensas, Lo que digas, Lo que huelas Lo que escuches en las parras de mi?!!!! Pa que te subes?! Baja de las nubes Cambia de actitud ehhhhhh Es imperativo que seamos bien activos porque así salí de la matriz Bueno miento porque nací prematuro Pero después del mes se cansaron de mi Siéntate y te cuento: A los dos en backstreet, A los tres??? A los four en Hollywood A los five beyond me Qué oso, Qué oso, Qué oso Qué oso Qué oso Qué oso, Qué oso Qué oso, que? Qué me vale lo que cuentes! Me tomo la foto y soy tu nuevó fondo Tomo mis riesgos Puedo or el apoyo Robledo pero no tronco Duele hasta la pepa Préndete a la letra Más de cotidiana No vi(vo) por la lana Llámame si necesitas hablar Juntos echamos este coche andar No importa lo que pase nunca mires atrás Préndete Préndele Préndele Préndele Préndele Préndele Préndele Préndete Préndele Préndete, prendete-te-te-prendele Pasaron años (hey!) Ya no me buscas Desde cuando no te veo por esta ruta Lo acepto No importa que tan feo se sienta You'll grow You'll get by the storm (get by) There's always tomorrow Get off the floor! (let's go) It's crunch time Let's go It's crunch time Let's go It's crunch time Let's go It's crunch time Let's- Dance with the shifts in space It's a cold day To want to stay the same When the stars spell your last name Your worst fear becomes being late It's grub to put on the plate Stomp invertebrate use him as bait Okay Hot pot, new date, fresher than fit, Sweeter than a pop, pink dots, bubblegum prince *shink* cuttin up ya favorite rappers thinner than minced I heard they make 'em outta plastic now that I can digest I think bout what imma say and how it's heard by the kids Missed the forest for the trees that imma turn to a bridge Left a note best place to find me at the edge of the ridge Looking over walls man I never could resist Knives out and we cheffin' till Kalid's shift Tisci suit when I put my two weeks in Helium, my head might hit a brand new ceiling So I peek down to the ground my feet are feeling And pick up a brush, no better way of healing Pick up a brush, call God up for a meeting Pick up a brush, what color am I feeling? Pick up brush, pick up a brush Pick up! People continually say: "I can't draw a straight line. I don't have the talent, Bob, to do what you're doing." That's baloney. Talent is a pursued interest In other words anything that you're willing to practice You can do And this is no exception