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This song is by P.O.S..

(Felix)

(2x)
One is for the live shows
Two is for the beats and
Three is for the woman who
Sleeps under my sheets so
Four is for the energy
Which builds exponentially
Five is for my friends
Who keep on reinventing me

On my fifth day my day off I'm up early
The early worm gets the big bite by little birdie
The early bird gets chased and caught by the cat
Watch your back little birdie 'cause I'm up from my nap
Yes I got a cable TV and I got a cable mic
It's only got one channel but the reception is tight
I'm flyin' by the seat of my pants so at the end of the night
Your records come alive and beg for the daylight
Now five miles away my brother's in his room playing games
Like Starcraft burning other people to flames
And likewise, right here, right now, the show of aggression
Five fingers, one mic, next lesson
The session gets deeper, follow me through
I brought my pen and pad and just a little inspiration to guide you
And you could just listen and learn, itchin' to burn
Vision for the rhythm we're given them to return sayin'

(2x)
One is for the live shows
Two is for the beats and
Three is for the woman who
Sleeps under my sheets so
Four is for the energy
Which builds exponentially
Five is for my friends
Who keep on reinventing me

Wake up it's early morning
Get dressed turn on my radio
Another beautiful day in my neighborhood
Since the morning's when I'm mostly inspired
Though I'm still a bit tired
I write because I'm feeling like the flavor's good
Saturday was yesterday last week
And nothing's open now
Except coffee shops
Which really ain't my style
I smile as I'm writing this world is still asleep
And it's just me and the sun
And we're conversing for a while
Now it's...
Five fifty five in the early
And the shadow on my lawn becomes a midget
While the sun moves along
A little bit more hustle
As I nod to my neighbors
They have no idea they gonna be in this song
Their cool is still the dopest person out there
My mother, she accepts me for my rap
As if rapping is my lover
And she, she accepts me for my rapping of course
Because art needs inspiration needs a source
Don't blink at five PM on this day
I'm driving by, I'm driving away
Driving to say
That my throat hurts I'm all talk and really no work
And everybody's out there writing calling Felix a jerk
So what doesn't make you wince now
Can only make you better
We'd all be better swimmers
If the earth was really wetter
The moral of the story is to remain untold
'Cause it never really ends
It just twists and unfolds sayin'...