Chase the Sun

Welcome to the epicenter,
where we got spring and summer,
but we skip the winter.
Feel free to enter
the zone of the supertones,
where late into the night we just
rock the microphone.
We lived inside the fault lines
beneath the earth's surface.
Spendin' all our time
readin' books and writin verses.
The earth started shakin'
from the noise we were makin'.
We emerged from the rubble,
OC was taken.
With the music came the message,
so we rock the verbs.
Still neutral as a nazi
so forget what you've heard.
We never leave the cross hehind,
we use it as our banner,
scripture the vernacular,
Jesus in the grammar.

Throw your hands up,
Throw your hands up high!
Tear the roof off and pull down the sky!
Chase the sun back to california,
tears in my eyes.
Tell me where you're from,
the mighty west side!

Let me continue
to lighten up the mood a little.
Never number one,
but never playin second fiddle.
My thoughts are like a circle,
with Jesus in the middle.
Rhyme for a reason,
I don't rhyme to riddle.
High emotions like I'm yellin',
no need to be alarmed.
Supertones is what you're smellin'.
If lovin' you's a crime,
then baby I'm a felon.
Where we go from here,
my people there's no tellin'...
Are you ready to go
when it's time to get
back on the road just to see you?
On this narrow path
we got no time to daily.
Follow my lead
and chase the sun back to Cali.

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