Eyedea - Drive to Doolittle lyrics

(Hey, where you going, man?)
We measure time by how much
We think we've done
Before the sun sinks and leaves the sky
(Where the hell are you going?)
(Where do you think you're going, man?)
(Where do you think you're going, man?)

Some people say the town
Doolittle doesn't exist
They dismiss it as a myth
But I've visited this abyss
It isn't labelled on your map
But it's easy to find
And it is a fact everyone goes
There at least twice a lifetime
Me? I've been around many occasions
- for too long see, I never plan on staying
Are you strong? Be
'Cos if you're not start praying
That your demons will let you
Leave this unbelievable vacation
My neighbors love the scenery -
Personally I hate it
It caters to your behavior to make
Sure you don't escape it
If it was my choice
I'd glue myself in the basement
But, I'm tempted by a city
With tattoos that sleeps naked
It's a modern Sodom and Gomorrah type of town
I wish I just had enough guts to burn it down
But while the dog pets the fish
And the wolves play the fiddle
I put my ride in gear
5 and drive to Doolittle

Do a lot do a little more than usual
Well, I do it musical you do your do's
And do it beautiful
Wipe the dew off the grass
Wipe that 'don't' out your ass don't ask
To go to Doolittle - you know that I'll pass

Hey yo
Sometimes I write a song and it takes me home
I can't stand being stuck in
Such a place all alone
I see the city through different eyes
Now that I've grown a little substance in the
Mushy rub and tug by my headphones
See Doolittle's both nowhere and everywhere
It's got what you need from LSD to teddybears
A wise man told me, to go anywhere
Except for there
Although most people like it better there
To explain it on a level
Some blame it on the devil -
And run aiming rocks and pebbles at a
Book because it settles their adrenaline -
But, I'm ahead of them
I know the it's introduce my Human flaws
See, it puts you in the
Days of euphoric limbo
You can't just quit it, it ain't that simple
And on my way to school some days I turn to
Look out the window and I'll see a sign
It'll say "Two blocks to Doolittle"


Ayo, I block myself in an imaginary box
Keeps me off the streets
Of Doolittle's Writer's Blocks
It's got your goals in a
Chokehold that I don't know
Where it comes from, how it starts
Or why it stops
I'm tying knots to close that
Section of my brain
Baby, you relate it's just yours
Has a different name
Maybe, yours is sex, drugs
Rock and roll, apocalypse, -
Impossibles, greener season obstacle
Any reason not to grow there it is
In the window of your shopping mall
Reality is heavy
Watch it stall when you drop a load
I suppose my list, is just as long as any
And maybe even twice the size
Of the average MC's
I need to stop thinking and start writing
Drop the conversation and pick up a pen
Doolittle? It's a town made
Of personal laziness
And I'll never go there again
I don't believe in Doolittle

(Doolittle is located right
Between your ears) do little, do a lot
How much you do this year?
(Yo, you find it in your brain
If you're even partly sane)
Do little, do a lot, do nothing, do the same
Well when your inspiration's dry and
You don't even know why just chill
I guarantee the feeling will pass you by
Indolence is in the head
And if it's leaving you disturbed
Well close your eyes and repeat these words

Check it out, say: "I'm in control of me"
Then say: "I'll be what I wanna be"
Say: "No-one can say I'm wrong"
Say: "I'll try 'till the day I'm gone"

I don't believe in Doolittle