So you want to be a friend of mine
You said you're a groove shaker
but you need a map to be right
I think you're a loose fake

Behind your mind, I step inside
crop hill, waiting me
You must believe in the rain maker

let me hear when you bang a gong
you said you're a move maker
but you need a hand to be right
I think you're a hook face

I see you rise on the hill
wanting me again
but I'll get the train later

you come down and tell me what is like
you said you're the moon taker
but your lies can't hide that you're blind
I think you're a tune lag