Lyrics of 'Takeout' by Ogenki

Tell me do you like to ahead and maybe slow dance
I'm giving you my love it's something like romance
Don't miss your chance
Maybe we could go up to the moon and hold hands
And come back
Sometimes the way it sounds might hurt but
It's all good cause as long we together
And as long as it's clever
I don't care about the weather
Let it rain

Maybe you can feel the rain
Maybe we can disappear
Sorta like that David Blaine
We rock and roll
Sorta like that Crazy Train
We're Ozzy
They knock em out it's sorta like that Ali
Matter fact it's Foreman
We explode like two volcanoes that are in dormant
Welcome welcome
As we're entering my building
We're sorta like the doormen
We're sorta like the doormen

Sometimes you gotta space out
Food for thought
Guess it's something like takeout
Sometimes you gotta change routes
Food for thought
Yo it's somethin like takeout
What's on the menu
Tell me what you gettin into
Tell me what you gettin into

Footprints in the desert sand
The storm won't last long according to weatherman
According to the reverend
You'd better pray
But would you rather be the predator or prey
Me and my conscious had a talk today
Told me when I see the trouble
Better walk away (way)
So I step back with a ditty-bop, tiptoein
Try and stay away from city cops

You'd better grab a tissue
It's mad official
Sacrificial
Go ahead and break your back
Go ahead and take it back
It's time to take flight
It's 5 in the morning
Another day I'm seein daylight
No sleep, I gotta break night
Sometimes I go and break mics
Sometime I go and take mics

So I can give you my vocals
Giving you my spirit yo
You know that it's hopeful
You call it music but
I call it a musical
You call it simple but
It's so unusual
Sorta like the suspect
Sorta like you gotta get it
Sorta like it's not a riddle
Sorta like you gotta get it

Sometimes you gotta space out
Food for thought
Guess it's something like takeout
Sometimes you gotta change routes
Food for thought
Yo it's somethin like takeout
What's on the menu
Tell me what you gettin into
Tell me what you gettin into

Food for thought, get your piece bro
I guess it's sorta like pizza
Cut it up that's unity like Latifah
We get you higher than the reefer
We run the fields sorta like Derek Jeter
My mind's quicker than a cheetah,
Or maybe a panther,
Or maybe a jaguar,
We goin mad far
I'm all up in the jungle like
Madagascar

You know I got mad scars
Cause I done been up on the battlefield
And I feel like Avatar
They trying to invade my planet
But no I will not vanish
I just go and do that damage
And then I come and eat your cabbage
Food for thought still pardon, it's a habit
I 'm followin the white rabbit

And then I kick it like Bruce Lee
Truthfully you've never heard this
We kill the evils yeah it's murderous
Ay yo I'm feeling like a herbivore
With a style you never heard before
A style you never heard it's raw
Put it in reverse
Guess a style never heard of war
But I'll be goin for the peace though

Sometimes you gotta space out
Food for thought
Guess it's something like takeout
Sometimes you gotta change routes
Food for thought
Yo it's somethin like takeout
What's on the menu
Tell me what you gettin into
Tell me what you gettin into