Lost in the sauce,
ain't so proper as being,
lost in the sauce being made proper,
life where seeing is believeing.
Smokin my last cigarette,
one I already finished just yesterday,
sippin a warm beer again,
same beer the way you left it after your pleasant stay.
Low on dollars,
low on senoritas,
gas tank bustin flat,
no dollar,
tacos,
or,
gordditas,
lowly as a tokin cat,
like one with a big tall hat,
in a book tall skinny not fat,
colored chicken larva and pork he spat,
well same author anyway wrote also about that,
I am the chillinist illinist cat,
I like that it's o.k.,
I am where I am at,
I am where I am at!
I am where I am at!
I feel the need for a very very, tall hat!
then I could chit and chat about this,
I am where I am at! I am where I am at,
or chat about that up above, or just chat about that.
Friends all getting lost in the sauce,
lost at such a huge lofty cost,
my mind races around the clock,
tick tock hickory dick dock,
this shit has got to stop,
tired of all this talk,
I'm a cat in a hat in my head,
think I am fucking gettin lost,
I am the can that gets kicked and tossed,
sleep out homeless in some frost,
joining my friends,
gone lost in the sauce
swim in the proper sauce,
the proper sauce,
proper sauce.
smokin the proper sauce
come on in friend,
jump on in,
over here man ,
we have the deep end,
take off that silly top hat pretend,
i know where you've been,
we are all really kin,
brother friend
jump on in,
jump on in,
lost in the proper sauce,
lost in the proper sauce.
take a swim,
dive on in.
Chorus:
funny sounds, pound for pound,
words hammering out a musical symphony,
a chorus of images heard in mind singing in a round,
energy we have just began to realize we have found.
Yo man, This ain't how I roll
is it? is it? is it? is it?, (echo)
why times be a trippin,
hit, punch, spit, fight, never ever do I quit!
butt this bitch out,
in this empty 40 ounce,
filter tastes bad a second time,
in case yet you have not found?
if not, wait till you been around,
the stuff you will see, simply astounds,
but don't let it deeply confound,
it's easy to heal listening to proper sounds.
If you're stressin make beautiful peaceful art happen,
don't stay in your head trippin about,
talk to the friends who appear,
while the others you thought friends be steppin out.
Keep strong and maintain your ground,
stay away from the lost and found,
the art you can make can an will astound,
that's the proper sauce making it's rounds.
proper boy,
proper dat'z right,
proper brotha,
proper till I embrace the sky!
proper,proper, proper
(echos around)
brewing the proper sauce
the proper sauce
proper sauce
Chorus:
funny sounds, pound for pound,
words hammering out musical symphony,
a chorus of images heard in mind singing in a round,
energy we have just began to realize we have found.
glad for friends that stop on by,
sharing what they have to offer,
I share what little I have as well,
although I am no one's coffer.
friends and family make my world go 'round
friends and family make my world go 'round
friends and family make my world go 'round ...
(echoed in a round)
Chorus:
funny sounds, pound for pound,
words hammering out musical symphony,
a chorus of images heard in mind singing in a round,
energy we have just began to realize we have found.
just making some proper sauce,
making some proper sauce,
some proper sauce.
"it's time to get proper",
let's fire it up !
