One Summer Lyrics - Sexy Karate - 2 Skinnee Js

Chorus 

One for the corner 

Two for the train 

Three for the kids with the beats on their brains 

Four for the sunshine that's blazing hot 

It's all we got to give, so we give it all we got 

It's the best of times, it's the worst of times 

So we got the Gatorade for your thirsty minds 

The flows you breathe in like O2 

That go to your head and get you trippin' like toadstools 

So you know you be in competent hands 

Like a veteran QB who be throwing balls to the stands for the fans 

The band gets you out of your seat 

I get you out of your brain astroplaning the street 

'cause you gotta pay rent, you gotta make friends 

You gotta stay sane, so when the day ends 

You wanna find yourself where you can lose yourself 

Lookin through yourself so you can prove yourself 

You wanna love a little and laugh a lot 

You wanna be higher than an astronaut 

You never wanna ever have to come up for air 

So we're taking you half way there 

CHORUS 

In a field of broken dreams I put my stakes down 

Where pens, amps, mics and strings all come to break ground 

To chase down the great crown of great sounds 

To build upon our life or likely break down 

We race round the playground way up to way down 

day up to day down stay up to lay down 

Tracks and beats, from the front to the back of your seats 

That's got you back on your feet 

You'll be singing for the night, singing for the day 

Singing for the joy of life, singing for our pay 

Listen up kids 'cause we've got something to play 

And we'll have good times, good times