[Marty Mar:]
They say life is like a box of chocolates
Well guess what?
I'm allergic to chocolate

[Fern:]
A hundred shows, a hundred planes
Misfit gang, you know the name
Ridin' through my city, I don't feel the same
But when they see me they be yellin', "Boy, ain't nothin' changed!"
We back in this thing
Back up, we back up, we back in this thing
We back
Back in this thing
Back up, we back up, we back in this thing
Back in this thing
Back up, we back up, we back in this thing
Bang, bang, bang
Back in this thing
Back up, we back up, we back in this thing

Got wifey riding that space car
Independent never no A