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Produced, arranged and mixed by Rex Rey
Raps by Framework
Additional vocals by Rex Rey

Lyrics:
Miros Siemens (Opa): You don't even know what fuckin' love is. What is love? Love shit!

Verse 1
I love living. It’s fun giving, to come with it.
My son’s just like me, I’m not kidding.
The right kind of wrong for so long;
create and perform, then I’m off and I’m gone.
Don’t I make it look easy or what?
Keep talking, I won’t interrupt.
Something about Frame
doesn’t allow pain
to anger, outrage,
to ruin his sound wave.
I don’t need a campfire to sit by.
From the gate, every rhyme, I’ve been nice.
Not a fan or a fair-weather friend
that’ll step on your neck, out to leave when I can.
No magician when it comes to art,
I suck at even shuffling a deck of cards.
I’m distant like a kid being messed with,
twisted as a grin from a misfit.
I sit back and drink it in,
hear the snare drum crack like a broken rib, just
concentrate on what you have,
chip away everyday building off of that.

Miros Siemens (Opa): Love is doing. Doing is being neat. If you're neat, you're showing love to a guy! Alright cha?

Verse 2
Now sit back and drink it in.
Hear the snare drum crack like a broken rib.
Just concentrate on what you have,
chip away everyday building off of that, cause
Rex and I fought for years
without giving up how to express ideas.
So here’s to the ones that no can touch,
no one can break, no one like us. Trust,
I am not the guy.
The hole you crawled out of, go back inside. Don’t I
make it look good from afar?
The closer you get is when things fall apart.
The secret to the recipe,
that’s wetting your whistle like a referee, who keeps
it going on like he won’t ever fold
and makes you feel better that you’re doing what you're told. Burned out, there’s a fire you own
and we are the theme song for lighting your dome.
Bound for glory like Woody Guthrie
Showing what love means across the country now.

Chorus
Fire! Facing the sun.
Tired, but we go on. Go on.
Tired, so we go on. So long.

Verse 3
Don’t I make it look good from afar?
The closer you get’s when things fall apart.
The secret to the recipe,
that’s wetting your whistle like a referee,
who keeps it going on like he won’t ever fold
and makes you feel better that you’re doing what you're told. Burned out, there’s a fire you own
and we are the theme song for lighting your dome.
Bound for glory like Woody Guthrie
to show what love means across the country;
whether French, Greek or Portuguese,
English, Dutch, Thai, or Japanese.
I started young with the heat of a fastball,
beating up records for a needle to scratch on
digging in the crates, vinyl shopping the greats
with too many records and not enough space.
I don’t want what you have, need what you need
or forgot who I am, I’m still that emcee
bringing something that’s worth your time
in a world too busy trying to fuck with mine.
To impress you is only a lost cause
and to impress me, is really the hard part.

Chorus
Fire! Facing the sun.
Tired, but we go on. Go on.
Tired, so we go on, so long.

Miros Siemens (Opa): Love shit!