Thin Feels

Feel It

Lyrics:

At two twenty Solano Drive, where the stars align,
A team of Shaqs, diving deep, transcending time.
With quantum moves and cosmic grooves,
They dance through dimensions, invoking our doom.

Fabric of reality unraveling at the seams,
Shaqs in the lab, chasing quantum dreams.
Electric pulses, pulsing in droves,
As the universe implodes.

In the quantum realm, where chaos reigns,
They find order in the symphonic refrains.
With each step they take, a new world unfolds,
Infinite possibilities, like Witch Hazel Rose.

Through wormholes and stardust, they ride the tide,
In search of truth, and two twenty Solano Drive.
They dance with the cosmos in perfect sync,
A cavalcade of Shaqs, taking farmer to the brink.

No one survives a full on Shaq attack
Not a man, not a god, not even Zask
The Drunken Aces fall to their knees
Worshiping Shaq in front of Persephone

At two twenty Solano Drive, where the Shaqs reside,
They dance with the stars, in an endless ride.
Destroying every pilgrim they can find.

Shuh-dexy takes his last drink, with a cosmic sigh,
Watching reality dissolve and die.
Not even doctor Phil could cure the quantum disease
Of the subatomic gnomes' endless boogie woogie.

Then one day they came across Jungle Jim
Threw him in the cube and trapped him within.
He babbles for eternity, yabbity dabbity
Upholding spacetime, and preserving humanity

In honor of his ultimate sacrifice 
We echo the axiom of life:

Think about Shaaaaaaaq
THINK ABOUT SHAAAAAAAAAAQ


At two twenty Solano Drive, everything is alright.
We groove through the day and we drink all night.
With Four Locos, Bumbos, and beers,
We raise our cup to the infinite and say 
CHEEEEEEEEEEERS!

Double Delta appears, and brings a stone tablet.
Inscribed with the one and only commandment.
It says it large unmistakable letters: 
DRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK!

THE ONE COMMANDMENT IS.

DRIIIIIINK!

That's four drinks for all of you filthy stinky stupid ugly imbeciles.

A gnomeless man arrives from a faraway land
It's Night Bit holding up a defiant hand
The Swamplord heroically hands him a beer
Gives him a high-five, and proudly says:
CHEEEEEEEEEEEERS!

CHEEEEEEEEEEEERS!

CHEEEEEEEEEEEERS!

CHEEEEEEEEEEEERS!

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