2DMUC Outro

[Intro]
Let's go Butterdee
Ramp on the beat!
Owen was also here
Alex made a banger

[Verse 1: Owen Parrott]
A year later and we're here again
Never thought this would be possible then
This time around with another friend
Accolations I've got to commend
Awards not another person could contend
Ramp on the beat, with nothing but heat
When these songs are released, he cannot be ceasеd
He's simply better than thе predecessor
No single oppressor holding him back
He's not as big as Shaq, but his bars are bigger and that's a fact
Let's go Butterdee, he can guarantee like a warranty
When he hops on the track, you are taken aback
He deserves a plaque, he don't sound like Bach
Nonetheless, it's a bop
Alex made a banger and his bars got swagger
His flows make him stagger with clever uses of grammar
He barely even stammers and if you're against him, his words hurt like daggers
He may have been latter but it's 'cause his beats are fatter!
Owen is also here, no clue how though
It feels like I just appeared, my bars started slow
Yet now I hear improvement in my sound
Year after year, my friends are the ones I crowned
Yet, I astound me
They'll be world renowned and I'll just be around, I guess

[Verse 2: Rampullyuh]
Sometimes my bars gotta move out so I get the bigger picture (4:3)
Gotta set it at 24 but they need it quicker (fast)
Life moves in negatives, not 70 millimeter
Remember drawings of a worm, or was it a caterpillar?
I'm not a black belt, not in recorder
I need another battery for my camcorder
Star Wars films with Sammy, now I'm shouting "No, this can't be!"
Was it all those years ago? But it was, nothing fancy
Got all these lenses but I don't got contacts
Fingers crossed, so we'll sign some records or contracts
But right now all we do is contract the inability to be on track
I haven't been in frame 'cause I was pressin' record
I don't need the fame, but I don't wanna be bored
This footage all lost, I'll have it restored
Knick-knacks up the wazoo, I'll have them re-stored
Pack it up and clean out the closet
All I'll do is party and eat ramen
Don't look up, you'll see another comet
But I hope you know on all your stuff I'll leave another comment
Feelin' like a soccer mom (huh), my boys go in their field (yeah)
No one's gonna interfere, I'll see y'all in a year when (see you)
Alex making beats, Owen in chemistry (walter)
Asher breaking into the industry, we'll always be a family (love you)
Appreciation is the wrong word
Better get this song heard
Leaving here feels absurd, but for now we have to go onward!

[Verse 3: Alex L]
Let’s take a trip down memory lane
Looking back, things just aren’t hitting the same
How did we make Dollar Tree in 9th grade?
And now it’s endin', no pretendin', done playing the games, will you remember the name?
Hold up, it’s an emergency
Am I the only one who feels this urgency?
I got the creativity, it’s urgin' me
But no one feels the same now, it’s hurtin' me
A musician’s job is not to make music, it’s to make magic
I been at it way longer than y’all could ever imagine
Because you sit and scroll on your phone, you ain’t takin' no action
I got the same passion at the stu or backstage where I’m spazzing
I never shied away from controversy, yeah I want all the smoke
2 years in a row, man, sometimes I feel all alone
Swear that I can see the future like I'm Beth in "Queen's Gambit"
I'd rather be here, Clean Bandit, 'cause when it’s handed
To the kids, I don’t think they’ll understand it
They’ll quit it too soon, now it’s abandoned
Got dreams of a studio, just like the band did
I regret the seconds when I took this all for granted
Remember coming up with kids who never cared as much as me
They went up on the stage and played their instruments reluctantly
The looks on all their faces since those years have passed have stuck with me
I can do it on my own, good luck with instructing me
I’m doing laps around the room before I record a verse
Got just as much passion up on the stage as when we rehearse
The world's gonna be screwed on the day that we all disperse
Some days it feels like we’re the only artists left on this earth
Remember the days when Owen couldn’t make a lyric?
Nick off pitch, but you know he got the spirit
Sending all the beats to Asher just to have the master hear it, like
There’s the proof, why you do all the persevering
This feels like the last day of g-flash
Boutta drop the album, let’s see how they react
All my friends came so far, man I’m so proud
Now it’s time to leave for college, man we gotta go now
If I make it 20 years later, Imma run the album back
Memories running through my brain, I gotta go back
Skymack shed, Owen’s kitchen
Asher’s room, in the basement
Left a piece of my soul everywhere we creating
Shoutout all the parents, thanks for letting us keep you up screaming
Know we’ll do you proud, know we’ll get the tears streaming
Leo Verse, grad party got the kids cheering
Open up the pit, seems like nowadays I’m dreaming
Meaning I don’t know how to feel
Simulacra of my feelings, how is this real?
Not only is this album 2, it’s the outcome to
4 years, best friends, and the greatest damn people, yeah

[Verse 4: Asher DeVerna]
I can't take another day of relaxing
It’s not about the work, it’s about the time wasted that's taxing
Asking (what) what could I be doing with this passion?
Ration my tasks in a similar fashion
To working a full time 7 day a week 9 to 5
The only difference is I’m doing all this sh** on the side (yeah)
And I apologize if it seems like I’m hiding in my room
So I can get away from you, but it’s not (nope)
To tell the truth it’s because I’m scared
Like Billy Joel I’m moving out and I’m not prepared (I'm not)
Growing up comes with terms and agreements
You have to hit "I Agree" without even readin' it (yuh)
I’m dropping albums but also the ball, so busy seeing the future feels like I didn’t see you at all and I’m sorry
I was always late to the party
I wish I could go back but I’m not Doc and Marty (Back to the Future)
Class of 27’ frettin' and sweatin' getting ready for settin' up the dorms and livin' in em, I keep forgetting (yeah)
Every morning waking up to new view
Sharing a room like I already knew you
Quitting feeling like a leftover, cold turkey (thanksgiving)
I bring the heat when I’m moving down to Berklee
Little do they know what I got under my belt (woo!)
And when I play a show, they’ll know what I’m about
It’s a quintessential schedule, helping me reach my pedestal, my head is full of new ideas, none are forgettable (never forget it, uh)
Doing all this without a sponsor
The day I move to Boston I’m becoming a green monster
We had dreams of studio since we were in 6th grade
We were dealt a good hand, no tricks played
Yeah, shoutout to the fam, lemme get this straight
If it wasn’t for them, we wouldn’t be this great
What does TDMUC really stand for?
We haven’t made it clear, so I’ll help you understand more
The time and dedication to making underrated creations
The time (the time) and dedication (and dedication) to making underrated creations (creations)
The time (the time) and dedication (and dedication) to making underrated creations (creations)
Yeah, time and dedication to making underrated creations
Time and dedication to making underrated creations
Time and dedication to making underrated creations

[Outro]
The time (the time) and dedication (and dedication) to making underrated creations (creations)
Time (the time) and dedication (and dedication) to making underrated creations (creations)
The time (the time) and dedication (and dedication) to making underrated creations (creations)
Time (the time) and dedication (and dedication) to making underrated creations!!!