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Music composed and arranged by [[NeonWabbit|Darien Brice Dickinson]]. | Music composed and arranged by [[NeonWabbit|Darien Brice Dickinson]]. | ||
{{Track listing | |||
| headline = Digital download | |||
| extra_column = Notes | |||
| title1 = Skipping Stones | |||
| note1 = | |||
| extra1 = '''Genre:''' Rap / Hip-Hop | |||
| length1 = {{TableTBA}} | |||
| title2 = Skipping Stones | |||
| note2 = Chiptune version | |||
| extra2 = '''Genre:''' Chiptune | |||
| length2 = {{TableTBA}} | |||
| title3 = Skipping Stones | |||
| note3 = Instrumental | |||
| extra3 = '''Genre:''' Rap / Hip-Hop | |||
| length3 = {{TableTBA}} | |||
}} | |||
== Personnel == | == Personnel == | ||
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== Lyrics == | == Lyrics == | ||
<pre> | |||
Down to the river's edge, in my hand, a stone | |||
When I'm for sure alone, the stone, it will be thrown | |||
Flick of the wrist; release, watch it glide, hop, and dance | |||
Just like my dreams and aspirations, if only given a chance | |||
Skip in this story to shoot my shot | |||
Causing ripples in this tranquil spot | |||
Like these pebbles, that I've got, | |||
sure we may sink sometimes, but not ever rot | |||
Jet streams, skimming scenes, | |||
skipping stones, they drop, with the sound of a plop | |||
then again, flowing across the rapids, they're right on top | |||
and they're never gonna stop | |||
Even in a storm, they perform, and they do it, do it well | |||
when well executed, pray tell, so I say execute it well, | |||
and execute it well by the water well, every single time, | |||
yes, they will shine, and they'll even do it in record time, | |||
before the next line in this rhyme, and that's just fine | |||
So you shouldn't be petty, even when the weather's heavy, | |||
just remain ready to show, how you flow, on top of the H2O | |||
and they'll see how you glow, how you make a splash, | |||
and you dash fast, in a flash flood, how you put in your | |||
tears, sweat, and even blood, how you get up out the mud | |||
You've got the river flow movement down pat, 'cause on the mic, | |||
you are our resident hydrologist, a pristine, aquatic anthropologist | |||
Your words break the river bank, at your rank, you don't water tank | |||
And you've earned the sand dollars to prove it, so you bought a boat | |||
and a goat, and even a bottle of bubbly, | |||
perfect for sticking in a note, if you're ever adrift at sea | |||
So off you sail, have an adventure for me, you don't need to say goodbye now | |||
I'm sure you'll be back, get outta here (blaow!) | |||
Oh where'd you go? Will you ever be back home? | |||
It's been months now, and I tried calling all your phones | |||
It could just be that you want to be left alone | |||
Guess that's what we get for sinking skipping stones | |||
</pre> | |||
== See also == | == See also == |