Drive to Doolittle

[Intro] (Hey, where you going, man?) We measure time by how much we think we've done before the sun sinks and leaves the sky (Where the hell are you going?) (Where do you think you're going, man?) (Where do you think you're going, man?) [Verse 1] Some people say the town Doolittle doesn't exist They dismiss it as a myth but I've visited this abyss It isn't labelled on your map, but it's easy to find And it is a fact; everyone goes there at least twice a lifetime Me? I've been around many occasions - for too long See, I never plan on staying Are you strong? Be 'Cos if you're not; start praying That your demons will let you leave this unbelievable vacation My neighbors love the scenery - personally I hate it It caters to your behavior to make sure you don't escape it If it was my choice, I'd glue myself in the basement But I'm tempted by a city with tattoos that sleeps naked It's a modern Sodom and Gomorrah type of town I wish I just had enough guts to burn it down But while the dog pets the fish and the wolves play the fiddle I put my ride in gear 5 and drive to Doolittle [Chorus] Do a lot Do a little more than usual Well, I do it musical You do your do's And do it beautiful Wipe the dew off the grass Wipe that 'don't' out your ass Don't ask To go to Doolittle - you know that I'll pass [Verse 2] Hey yo, sometimes I write a song and it takes me home I can't stand being stuck in such a place all alone I see the city through different eyes Now that I've grown a little substance in the mushy rub and tug by my headphones See Doolittle's both nowhere and everywhere It's got what you need from LSD to teddybears A wise man told me, to go anywhere, except for there Although most people like it better there To explain it on a level, some blame it on the devil - And run aiming rocks and pebbles at a book because it settles their adrenaline - But I'm ahead of them, I know the [?] it's [?] introduce my Human flaws See, it puts you in the days of euphoric limbo You can't just quit it, it ain't that simple And on my way to school some days I turn to look out the window and I'll see a sign It'll say; "Two blocks to Doolittle" [Chorus] [Verse 3] Ayo, I block myself in an imaginary box Keeps me off the streets of Doolittle's Writer's Blocks It's got your goals in a chokehold that I don't know Where it comes from, how it starts, or why it stops I'm tying knots to close that section of my brain Baby, you relate it's just yours has a different name Maybe, yours is sex, drugs, rock and roll, apocalypse, - Impossibles, greener season obstacle, any reason not to grow There it is, in the window of your shopping mall Reality is heavy, watch it stall when you drop a load I suppose my list, is just as long as any And maybe even twice the size of the average MC's I need to stop thinking and start writing Drop the conversation and pick up a pen Doolittle? It's a town made of personal laziness And I'll never go there again, I don't believe in Doolittle [Bridge] (Doolittle is located right between your ears) Do little, do a lot, How much you do this year? (Yo, you find it in your brain if you're even partly sane) Do little, do a lot, do nothing, do the same Well when your inspiration's dry and you don't even know why Just chill, I guarantee the feeling will pass you by Indolence is in the head, and if it's leaving you disturbed Well close your eyes and repeat these words Check it out, say: "I'm in control of me" Then say: "I'll be what I wanna be" Say: "No-one can say I'm wrong" Say: "I'll try 'till the day I'm gone" I don't believe in Doolittle [Fading Chorus]