The Trick

We're in heaven
 At least I think so, I really think so
 There's nothing really to get mad at
 It's nothing, really, no, it's really no problem!
 overstood
 only those bold enough to dream big seem big
 Stack big
 act big
 Mac sauce
 Sticky icky,
 Jack Frost
 Tricky dicky
 blast off
 Vicky-Vicky Vazquez
 Ask this kid no questions
 All kids kiss, no weapon
 Smith no Wesson
 Wesleyan, no lessons learned
 Confession burn
 You make me wanna, you remind me of
 Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera
 Don't get it? Don't sweat it, just let it go
 It's better with no Geppetto, though
 and I'm rapping with my friends
 People all happy cause
 it's happening again
 Comin' to our shows and clapping again and again
 Thank you, my friends
 I'm ill, people really love me
 I'm wack, yo, people think I'm ugly
 $500 for the boots
 I'm wack, I never tell the truth
 $400 for the boots