Kick it!

I gave props to the Beastie Boys while we were making out,
It was my favorite song by them.
You told me I do not care,
I promise you that I do I swear,
It's just Paul Revere, and I can't concentrate.

This is not about the Beastie Boys,
I'm tired of you and all your ploys.

MCA, AD Rock, and Mike D
could never come in between you and me.
You said you think they just did.
I know that there's obviously more shit fucked up between you and me.
It's not just on the surface.

This is not about the Beastie Boys,
I'm tired of you and all your ploys.

You always said that I was brain-dead,
I never let that go to my head.
You were a prize that was in demise, for way to long.
You walked away when things were astray,
I'm not going to chase you today,
You are alone, I am alone, and its killing me.

Lets go!


Lyrics submitted by Half Blind

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