Friction

I knew it must've been some big setup
All the action just would not let up
It's just a little bit back from the main road
Where the silence spreads and the men dig holes

I start to spin the tale
You complain of my diction

You give me friction (friction)
You give me friction (friction)
You give me friction (friction)

My eyes are like telescopes
I see it all backwards, but who wants hope?
If I ever catch that ventriloquist
I'll squeeze his head right into my fist

Something comes tracking in
What is it? What's the prediction?

I'll bet you it's friction (friction)
I'll bet you it's friction (friction)
I'll bet you it's friction (friction)

How does a snake get out of its skin?
Alright, here's a depiction

Oh, stop this head motion, set the sails
You know all us boys gonna wind up in jail

Well, I don't wanna grow up
There's too much contradiction

And too much friction (friction)
But I dig friction (friction)
You know I'm crazy 'bout friction (friction)
F-R-I-C-T-I-O-N

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