Letras:
Grand Incredible

Chorus I?m gonna throw an anti-prom For everyone that don?t belong It?s just misfits I?ll invite To the anti-prom tonight On Long Island in my younger

Let me learn by paradox I?ve got to fall If I wanna walk That I hear a voice that doesn?t talk, that doesn?t talk That didn?t start and never stops

Who?s the greatest coach in the NBA? Who?s the smoothest cat to ever call a play? Three three peats on his resume What?s his name? Phil Jackson and he

Just think about the good things Don?t let any one or anything bring you down Keep in mind who loves you all of us your sisters And your mom and dad

I?ve got this pain that?s killin? me killin? me I?ve got my lust and pride they?re killin? me killin? And all my sins are yellin? crucify Blood on my

We were three points down with just seconds left I hid my face and held my breath It looked like Cwebb and Mike Bibby could Overthrow our dynasty Then

Lyin? in my bed I hear the clock tick and think of you Caught up in circles confusion is nothing new Flashback warm nights almost left behind Suitcase

I woke up standing at Niagra?s waterfall When I realized how you show yourself In things both great and small I never noticed them at all But are these

8000 miles away from home 8000 miles away from rest So far away from everything that feels like mine And all the people I love best Chorus I couldn?