It's Crunch Time! Lyrics

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

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