The Trick lyrics

[Hook]
We're in heaven
At least I think so, I really think so
There's nothing really to get mad at
It's nothing, really, no, it's really no problem!

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
Everything overstood, overseen
Big only those bold enough to dream big seem big
Stack big, act big, Mac sauce
Sticky icky, Jack Frost
Tricky di*ky, blast off
Vicky-Vicky Vazquez
Ask this kid no questions
All kiss kiss, no weapon, Smith no Wesson
Wesleyan, no lessons learned
Confession burn
You make me wanna, you remind me of
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera
Don't get it? Don't sweat it, just let it go
It's better with no Geppetto, though

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Heems]
It's really Heems, and I'm rapping with my friends
People all happy cause it's happening again
Comin' to our shows and clapping again and again
Thank you, my friends
I'm ill, people really love me
I'm wack, yo, people think I'm ugly
I'm ill, $500 for the boots
I'm wack, I never tell the truth
$400 for the boots

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