Wyatt:
220 is the room where we cut our teeth (except my teeth...HAH! I keep this shit tongue-in-cheek)
I always go back to yellow-stained walls, reek of chemicals and songs that still echo in the halls
of this paper bag head
Things we said
The ink that bled through plain white sheets that read, "WE ARE HERE! 40PF!" and nothing elsewhere
means anything more than when it hits your ear
I'm in a Nook writing another E A R rhyme and we're all frozen standstill in my mind
To keep forever the pleasure and the pain, condensed into every single one of the Forty Frames
that plays constantly, shaking me to the core
The rapture of a verse, and from anyone unrehearsed, is more than enough
to remember one time in a place I loved living with face to face

CHORUS:
You, thrown in all directions
You, epitome of perfection

Scurves:
Do you believe that its been so long?
5 years kickin' and we still stand strong
Every move plotted, no turn was wrong
Now tell me you don't gain from hits from tha bong
Time Stands still in 220 Mills
You can do what ya want, but ya betta keep it trill
Reality's a dose of that jagged little pill
But wit our rhymes man, we aim for tha kill
DVD Broke, it's goin' in ya Points
Jot it down, Ant
Wyatt Wyatt on tha joints
Forrest on tha mic, he won't disappoint
and me, Scurvy D, servin' up match point
This legacy was made in a cloudy haze
You can lick tha paint and get high for days
It's seen a lot of weight, this room will neva change
The OG home of Forty Psychic Frames

CHORUS

Anthony:
BRRRRAT A KAK KAK!
There went my gat
You under my wheels
and your body goes SPLAT!
Bling bling on my mind
Got rims on my ride
You can see em shine
when I do my drive-by (kak! kak! kak!)
Tear posters off the walls
Phillip Horner suckin balls
Play Bone again,
crack ya mother fuckin skull
Dave Grohl will play
with Motorhead's Lemmy
Y'all be retarded
cause Y'all go, "Timmay!"
My nine's outta place
cuz it ain't in ya face
Shittin out Cici's
"Welcome to Feces!"
yo Lil Sis, still runnin' red lights?
Odds ain't great on Win, Lose or Die!
Cruisin Myrtle Beach
chillin with some blondes
Break out the 40's,
they all give me nods
Here y'all go
You remember dis, neah?
Cause If you don't, I be blastin you to shit-TAH TAH!

CHORUS

Forrest:
Even though we've parted ways, I hearken back to the days
Straight chillin at Mills, the birth of Forty Psychic Frames
Anthony, Wyatt! Wyatt!, me, and Scurvy D
Fantastic Four, form the core, the incredible emcees
from the 220...pack up the herb
Quadrangle to Botanical, master nouns and verbs
Chow down at the Caf, beer, fun and flicks
Big Daddy J with the anime and SUPER GRAPHICS!!!
Go to school with Gimbiambi
Tennessee River Run and Turn Back to the Hottie
Snow days, essays, and ashtrays
Dank smoke and Heaven cloggin up the airways
Fog's gone, sucked up out the bong
But the memories live on through the guise of our songs
Even after all these years, damn right it was good
Cause in my mind it's still our Permanent Neighborhood

Chorus:
Day I knew you would leave...
Knew you would leave...Knew you would leave...Knew you would leave...