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LYRICS:


***INTRO***

33 degrees north

One Eighteen West

(rest)

It all started with a land grant

and a little bit of citrus

-DROP IT


*** VERSE ONE *** **a**

Population of 83K
-but it didn't always happen to Be-this-way

Contemplation salvation on bales of hay
-better check the harvest before it’s May

bloody war,
-and a serious attack

and a couple hundred bucks,
-from the Homestead Act.

Double check respect
-better watch your back

Swinging walnut trees
-behind the shack


***b***

no room to boom
-no glockenspiel

Gerken' kept the peace
-and he sealed the deal

The first Police chief
-he dropped the funk for real

There's plenty of places,
-to get a good meal

==

So I walk to the party
-take a look at all the peeps

The stage is getting rowdy
-and my bag just got delete

But that's ok
-I took a nap on a bench

Regen’ a little bit
-let my mind undrench


***c***

There's serious damage
-and a broken mic stand

People getting really nervous
-not trusting the band

Tempers a flarin'
-threats being made

‘n’ I'm wearing the armor
-made out of the fade

=

So I talk to a friend
-and he asks how I'm doin'

Best seat in the house
-if you can see what I'm viewing

Then the energy changes
-from blue to hostile

Decide to take my exit
-and zip my textile


=

On the way out
-I saw an old friend

He didn't look good
-got a little too bent

So I leaned down
-and asked, "You need a ride?"

Sure, in a bit,
-maybe later tonight

=

Man, I think I'm bouncing,
-I'm not digging the vibe

Go ahead and leave without me,
-I will be all right

Then, on the lawn,
-he sat in a fog

Angry at something,
-gazing at the urban bog



**CHORUS**

33.... One Eighteen

We got friends here


33... One Eighteen

We Got Friends Here


***VERSE TWO***


Next day,
-while working on a beat

A friend asked,
-to bail 'em 'lete

Locked?
-are you kidding me?

Does it look like I'm running,
-some kind of charity?


==

A penny earned,
-now nine in debt

I'm staring at the screen,
-numerical regret

I dug this hole,
-I burnt that bridge

Never waited a second,
-never yielded a smidge

==

But all along,
-friends in 33

Good old Greenleaf,
-supporting me

Sending words of wisdom,
-make you think and laugh

These guys are the branch,
-of my walking staff

==

It don't matter if you 'ressive,
-or have a grey beard

This town is impressive,
-well oiled and geared

Be inspired,
-by a walk-and-sing

Or seeing pub crawls,
-what the zombies bring


==

It all got real,
-when at city hall

A man walked in,
-he was ten feet tall

But the height wasn't body,
-not made out of flesh

Potent energy,
-it was positively manifest

==

From then on,
-I was hooked for sure

Stayed in contact,
-took a virtual tour

Need a little citrus,
-so I ate an orange

Dropped my baggage,
-at the public storage

==

But I had to return,
-to the 33

Some 'zens stole my car,
-straight away from me

It was my fault,
-I must have dropped my keys

Last time I used the pockets,
-of that hoodie

==

Got a call from the cops,
-they found the sedan

Picking it up,
-it was traumatic, aw man

They trashed the interior,
-and stole my sub woof

And lined the seats,
-with one-hundred-proof

==

Every time I got,
-in the driver's seat

I remember little pieces,
-of one-eighteen

The bass not as loud,
-the mid not as thick

The tires squeak a bit,
-on the oil slicks

==

Those kids took a ride,
-they were crazy fellas

Not surprised if they end,
-at Fred C. Nelles

But I'm glad I went,
-and I'll go again

For its star has just,
-begun to ascend


**CHORUS**

33.... One Eighteen

We got friends here


33... One Eighteen

We Got Friends Here

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