The Standard Lyrics & Chords By Psyche Origami

Does anybody have any idea what exit this is?
God, I gotta go to the bathroom, I gotta get-I just gotta get some gas.
Jeeezuuuh Gah
Just pull over in this-pull over in this filling station.

The standard;
many crews try to set it but they must be overdosing on that local anesthetic.
I started out by giving DJ's a little credit,
so imma step beck so they can step up and shred it.
I get it, we living in a place where more transplants are headed,
within ya brain space more seeds are embedded.
So get gassed up,
there's premium, unleaded.

Took longer to edit because precision is critical,
but isnt it beautiful?
Suitable for anyone that wanna take a test drive,
push all the buttons,
and peep out the features.
Dwelling among the most adaptable creatures have been here for ages,
transmitting live from the cages of the aid.
When the stages go away,
I guess ill have to move to the cater just to play,
unless I build it here.
Restroom is in the rear.
We only got micro brews and imports if you're looking for beer.
Got the motto and the loudspeaker all in ya ear.
(Get gassed up!)
Every now and then you come upon a product that you cant pass up.
So bring your cash up.
Make the register sound drawer for door slamming.
(ching!)
We keeping people fed so we cant endorse famine.
We only got canned tuna here and not salmon.
We got no fresh produce or delicacies, but if its clean water: we keep it by selection.
Thirty types of gum in the fresh mouth section.
Not from down south, my friend, so stop guessing.
Fuel for the physical body yeah baby cap, like mister wyzard, but before there's none better.
Add synthesis, dave madda then ya have a "PSYCHE" and that's followed by the 15th letter.

The standard;
many crews try to set it but they must be overdosing on that local anesthetic.
I started out by giving DJ's a little credit,
so imma step beck so they can step up and shred it.
I get it, we living in a place where more transplants are headed,
within ya brain space more seeds are embedded.
So get gassed up,
there's premium, unleaded.

I guess I came a long way from sleeping in my car in riverland.
Now im mister wyzard; peddling gas for dividends to clean up the place im living in.
Success depends on if a complex cat can make songs for simpletons.
But then again it matters if you're real or pretend.
How much compromise you make in half a whole year been?
Over tracks im like a siege,
focusing life on every bring ink brought up so what I say sounds amazing.
Im trail blazing.
Pioneering and power steering.
Man, we got these people cheering cause they loving what they hearing.
Vehicles of life keep coming and disappearing,
We give the fuel for thought and then they jet into the clearing,
on a whim.
and no stressin,
and professors are busy cause dating girls that hate themselves is depressing.
Investment in the mind is worth a million in the wallet, man,
I call that sound advice but but being broke is what you call it.
So focus on it.
I heard a song with some jokers on it make the top ten but when its time to hit earth
im using proper English and top spent,
so when its time to hit mars I got mo option,
man for sure.

It's the standard;
many crews try to set it but they must be overdosing on that local anesthetic.
I started out by giving DJ's a little credit,
so imma step beck so they can step up and shred it.
I get it, we living in a place where more transplants are headed,
within ya brain space more seeds are embedded.
So get gassed up,
there's premium, unleaded.