Live Lyrics
  • Down
    Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Chill. Light on my sight as my ego becomes
    A funky child with some words on my tongue
    Be like intake of breath and my mouth gets loose
    While i scatter my spit i dream of juice
    Have you ever made out in dark hallways
    Displayed a kiss that made your day or say
    Play a track from your record collection
    It’s your mix, congratulations

    We’ve changed a lot and then some some
    Know that we have always been down down
    And if i ever didn’t thank you you
    Then just let me do it now
    I bet you light up when we start the show follow me now

    Very closely because i told you so you know
    We glow because we throw sun rays
    We be freaky and we wanna stay

    CHORUS

    Lightning strikes yo we be in that violent force of light
    Guaranteed to turn it out as bad as dolemite
    ‘Cuz we’re dope kid change like a chameleon
    And the channel whenever that wack show real world is on
    You know we dazzle like ghetto box boomin’ battles
    Rattle inside your head feel redeemed like cola bottles
    Fall in love with you teachers on the wax
    We are self made check the technique 311 in LA

    CHORUS

    Keep my feet on the ground
    Keep my head in the clouds
    Electrified by the sound
    Comes from the down
    And

    CHORUS


    Homebrew
    Music: Mahoney/Hexum/Wills/Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Now I know, fools get their own when they chit chat
    Haven’t heard yet but you can bet I’m not with that
    With that talk with the digi walk
    I stalk a bird you heard absurd word to the Fact
    I’m a cat nippin sippin on the flask

    Passin it talking shit but only if your ass
    In front of me cause you could run from me but
    In the end revenge send ends to the defendant
    I can’t get get caught in the spiral cause every bit of energy
    It goes to my survival out my way
    I’m a flicka flacka blotter ya try to find a weakness

    But the shit keeps gettin harder
    Fourth of July with Lucy in Sky
    I remember pine trees and the coat of many colors
    I was nineteen
    I’d do anything
    Shit like that now scares me but I’d like to do it again

    It was Independence day
    I’ve seen the other side and I say
    I’ve been insane
    And I won’t ever be the same
    Cuz we flow we must be fly
    First to flow Nickel my brother, so wise

    And then I rise
    Here’s an ill kid pimpin’ cuz he is so slick
    Step’s from darkness his body electric
    A drone buzzes the air a cracklin’ tone
    Then boomin’ like thunder in a cosmic jungle
    Death defyin; like Knievel he weeble

    Words that will wobble awkward and evil
    Cuz he flow and rock the hardest of the crowds
    A marvel pow how you like me now
    I’ve returned the kiss of death the last Damien
    From the abyss fresh eternal alien
    Now famished from pathless way I ma, do damage

    To the wack MC’s I know you can’t stand this
    Right about now get down I’m the annihilator
    Rockin with the rhythm of my rhyme detonator
    Fourth of July with Lucy in Sky
    I remember pine trees and the coat of many colors
    I was nineteen

    I’d do anything
    Shit like that now scares me but I’d like to do it again
    It was Independence day
    I’ve seen the other side and I say
    I’ve been insane
    And I won’t ever be the same


    Beautiful Disaster
    Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum
    Today seems like a good day to burn a bridge or two
    The one with old wood creaking that would burn right away on cue
    I try to be not like that but some people really suck
    Some people need to get the axing chalk it up to bad luck

    I know a drugstore cowgirl so afraid of getting bored
    She’s always running from something so many things ignored
    I might do that stuff if it didn’t make me feel like shit
    I’m on some old reality tip so many trips in it

    Beautiful Disaster
    Flyin down the street again
    i tried to keep up
    You wore me out and left me ate up
    Now i wish you all the luck
    You’re a butterfly in the wind without a care
    A pretty train crash to me and i can’t care
    I do, I don’t, whatever

    I know a drugstore cowgirl so afraid of getting bored
    She’s always running from something so many things ignored
    I try to be not like this, but i thought i’d make a good song
    There’s nothing to see shows over people just move along


    Misdirected Hostility
    Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    I’m not the type to just act like I know
    Puttin on an angle putting on a show
    Speaking on nothing makes you a stunt
    I’ll tell you right here yo I don’t front
    I cross the t’s and skip non-legitimacies
    Or else please
    I cannot handle all the negative vibe merchants
    Is that all you have in you per chance
    So much angst and pain it’s so wack
    You should take a tip from the one Frank Black
    Play some pachinko play some parcheesi
    Cause all the angst shit is just cheesy

    It’s the 311 bliss too smooth for pissed
    Lyrics talkin loud again
    Yeah we are the party men
    Cosmetics that you fretted
    We sport the high aesthetic
    Here go rap kickin the dazzled crazy mathematic
    I am what I am mix some old school jams onto tape cuz the
    Party’s in the crates I scan step into the realm
    What you gonna do
    Get the party people something funky to listen to

    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see

    Body rock pop and lock here’s an example
    Boulevard chrome beats always ampin your temple
    Punks get got in the age of hip hop
    It’s just begun like stolen bikes on the blacktop born to
    sing a lyric
    Immaculately concepted
    No strain in your game if your game is respected
    Come as you are radio star
    Drown out the hatred with a rhyme
    An electric guitar dispatched when rap shattered
    The glass of radio access
    May we turn some soul on their rhythmless dances
    You know the time and they’ll know the scoop
    They’ll say it was a rhyme and a beat of a rap group

    Your rhymes have been outmoded
    Your rhymes have been outmoded
    Your rhymes have been outmoded
    Your rhymes have been outmoded

    Your rhymes have been outmoded
    So just quit your belly achin’
    You’re saying that your tortured
    Give me a fuckin break and
    Maybe take out the source
    Of your dispairing what do I mean
    Kick the fuckin heroin
    I speak from experience
    Because I didn’t see clearly once
    Acting like I dunce

    In 1989 I was cocaine and Jim Beam
    But now it’s 95 and I’m ginseng
    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see


    Freak Out
    Music: Hexum/Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Let the games begin if you wanna fuck with me
    You can’t disturb the course of P & C & T & D & me
    I’m on a mission, to set straight
    The vice, the curse, the date, the gate relate to this.
    I insist B it’s weak to dis see I’m a runner up so suckers stick to your 40
    How could I give a damn,
    Give a damn if you approve what it’s about. I just freak out

    Just guess ya’ll c’mon come back slipped outta
    whack as the master laid out the music
    Death I just say fuck you, the void unknown we’re thrown through
    while lost in life’s psychedelic trip we take
    There’s another more bizarre we have to make
    world we have nowhere beyond
    Take out the earth the bass is gone
    At life’s end we’ll feel the calm
    How strange we should be here at all

    Chorus:
    If you don’t have someone to do it with it’s not worth doin’
    To all my friends, it’s not the end the earth has not swallowed me yet

    Into whose womb were you woven
    What kin of your skin dropped you then bodies cloven
    Light of daybreak blinded next exit
    The wild darkness forming inside it
    My day wasn’t promised me each death it brings reminding me we
    Are rumbling through this cursed universe where death is birth
    Think not but what your manifest is worth
    Giving up a verse the curse occurs a thirst

    To burst first breaking through the center of the universe
    Slamming down on the lingo flow so jam to the bum rush single
    Long ago has been become now when you find out there’s no break in the rhythm.

    Black anima makes my stamina stand alone disown
    the cinema farewell to posing decades dozing comin up the steps of the new
    Screen rising scenes from the lost world shapes hard to tell.
    Which is which as if drawn by a child holmes

    Chorus
    This is the heat to flush your face x4


    Nix Hex
    Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Story time
    Sways away the haze of
    Days spent contemplating, formulating,
    theory searing above me swimming
    Paying tribute to the few we look up to come again
    You my soul food

    Who will know us but our brothers
    Those who down with us are thinking
    New school, tip top, pound the feeble
    Walking and talking
    Low down and evil
    Follow me now
    Yo Vato
    The nix hex is on

    Well everybody just look at the hook
    I took it straight from my brain
    Reminds me of the time I was insane
    And so I wrote it when I was loaded
    And voted the least likely to turn out like a square
    But then I’m singing it for your mind and know
    I’m singing it for your ears
    Jump up and down and leave the ground and know that’s why your here
    And they say down diggy down down, down diggy diggy down, stronger, longer
    Wind up your waist of know what I’m thinking say it again

    And now I’m with my home team back with a good seat
    I gladwick like chadwick tell you what I mean
    Were laying back on it just like good sex
    Smooth yet psychedelic its called the nix hex-um

    The monologue of a singalong
    Las banderas de san juan piden pa
    “I’m feelin’ fine, lord it’s time”?
    Go tell it on a mountain ,then again bring a friend
    You may begin
    dizzy with a sense of vertigo

    Uplifted soul from the view that I’m on
    nothin’ but love
    But love
    But love in my blood sonic in the vortex
    This is the hip thing
    Called the nix hex
    Dig it


    Applied Science
    Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Nod your head to this as a lot of apprentice
    Some of this were standing on the shoulder of giants
    Some tyrants, some benevolent
    To the followers it’s relevant
    The rest get bent on lending opinions
    I’m sending to a brand new level
    I revel in completion deletion of suckers
    Getting served like Smuckers Jam

    Fool know rules but the rest keep bouncing back
    With the lack of further adieu see
    As one can deduce we
    Slam the shit out hard and long
    Cuz we got more song
    Something you might like now

    All-star bound
    Yeah your so sound
    Cool as the blue water all around
    From a force field flashing
    Aliens are sending
    Black evolutions of love you are hearing

    The dark supernatural is the world we call
    Our own home lightning in the mind comes out in song
    But we’re wild they say never trust us we’re shady
    In lieu of the crew your into we are baby
    Cuz music will be coming out the words we speak
    We erect breakbeats shatter wax still on the platter
    Our shit is badder we come fly then we scatter
    Cuz we deep and we solid yeah we hear ya holler

    Electricity running through is all that feels good
    Sometimes the only thing that really ever could
    Feed that hunger I crave it I love it I gave it
    I shove it in a battery and save it for later

    A waiter in the Dorothy C. Pavilion in ’89
    I met some wierdos and had myself a real good time
    Downtown L.A. is a soul graveyard
    Where you got to be hard or get jacked
    It lacked a certain sense of something
    Something basic no karm in he least I broke east

    You know I had to face it
    I guess I flaked but it was no mistake because
    311’s got the boom
    My mic check is giving me
    Electric company

    I can’t see the high wide sky
    Or stars above me
    Are you a flower
    Or more like a high rise tower
    If so the soul of sweet delight
    On you will shower

    There’s a place for us they say is somewhere
    Not a dream but a place and you will be there
    Your slippin’ but content because your spirit
    And hills are alive with the sound of music
    People never see the whole trip of life man
    Grab knowledge and all you do is sigh


    Omaha Stylee
    Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    In a minute everything you have can all be straight gone
    In a minute things you though were tied can come straight undone
    How about some knocks on wood some so far it’s so good any day
    What you think is solid earth can jump up and spread out
    To the north and south that’s what plates are about
    Nature has no conscience no kindness or ill will
    The dreams they had make me sad because of the vibes of them

    When one girl dreamt a fire in hers and then it happened
    To me and my family my bro’s and I were driving
    The RV bleeding flames us leaping through fire surviving
    Zoned with no home there was fire all on it
    Umm let me have my life I want it
    I’m gonna let you know that I said

    We’re coming in kill we’re coming chill
    We’ve comin in how we will
    Gone to tell the whole world what’s the deal
    And I say know no critical boarder cuz
    We do what we want
    Got more funky styles that my laser jet got font

    Not one to get over sounding like the norm
    Friendly to the radio all that shit is corn
    All we coming with is a little bit of swing
    And we go on like it ain’t no thing
    Omaha stylee did not think there was one
    Where you know the radios weak and the shows are more fun

    But you know we fuck up the dancehall since 1988
    Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state
    Still we’re down like that x3
    Makin the funk that smells of skunk
    (repeat)
    Such occasions occur back in the day

    It begins you’re a raw kid all the way
    Son of a gun but they you drifted
    All are endowed but few are gifted
    At the break of dawn behaving like a spy
    Lampin in the light the cold world awakens
    Deeper is the light to open up the sky

    Look into my eyes see the dialatin’
    Omaha Stylee is the shit we come with man
    Embedded in out souls it breathes out from this band
    We always knew that we could
    Thank you if you too felt we would
    Not one to get over sounding like the norm

    Friendly to the radio all that shit is corn
    All we coming with is a little bit of swing
    And we go on like it ain’t no thing
    Omaha stylee did not think there was one
    Where you know the radios weak and the shows are more fun
    But you know we fuck up the dancehall since 1988

    Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state
    Still we’re down like that x3
    Makin the funk that smells of skunk

    We will arise explore these worlds and find the grass roots
    How to crew to do the grinding of the grounds to brew

    My dude on the one come off like Teflon
    Rock your shit and you will rise on
    If you’re a farmer outstanding in your field say
    Do as you will do as you wish follow your bliss say
    We travel round the world giving it our best
    Like to see the people dancing and bouncing and the rest

    The hammer and the chisel and the rule it compass
    We forged the sword chariots of war our battle axe
    There’s much power in anger but loves a bigger banger
    Complete props to my crew this is what we do


    Tribute
    Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    This one is dedicated to the excitable ones
    Not the possums playing dead messing with my head
    “X” amount of action, “X” amount of games
    For years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo

    Gone already to the bored of it all type, lingo
    that I’m seein every single night I’m out
    Bustin’ head for it but your’s gets busted right back
    Lip split and, I messed up but I got back tryin’
    Don’t bother lying ’bout constant disappointment
    But the fun in the hunt so quit actin’ on a front

    You’re unmotivated, you’re sort of faded
    But the remedy is not so get on with what you got

    Remember “Lady of Guadalupe”
    The times my mother made mole
    After mass we would get home
    The girls running to the phone
    And I’m in my bedroom the 45 on my record player
    Was “We’re in this love together”
    At the time I never realized how songs haunted
    The ones that I heard I played because I wanted
    Drawing on my wall from time to time coolin’
    Making creatures come alive with no schoolin’

    When I’m on the microphone
    The method that I make is much patience
    The method that I make is much patience
    I wait for the beat and then I make sense
    I’m comin’ in hot forgot you definitely got no clue
    I’m comin’ in hot you got you definitely got so rude
    Boy actin’ coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy
    I tell ya this is a tribute

    No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones
    But then again there’s no one has as much fun
    “X” amount of action, “X” amount of games
    For years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo

    Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes
    He would never bet on a long shot
    Never bet on a break and
    He’s condescending and talks gossip galore
    But the dude was definitely such a bore
    Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying
    Don’t bother lying ’bout constant disappointment
    But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin’ on a front

    Yeah, unmotivated, you’re sort of faded
    But the real man is not
    The one hiding behind the gunshot, boom!

    Time travelin’ through my memory
    There’s a younger doug gazin’ at the galaxy
    Space trippin’ vato of the stars
    Searchin’ for UFO’s from Neptune and Mars
    Ode to an alien I know you’re out there
    Cosmic lonely heart tell me if you care
    I’m listening for your sound, here on the ground
    I’m listening for your sound, here on the ground

    When I’m on the microphone
    The method that I make is much patience
    The method that I make is much patience
    I wait for the beat and then I make sense

    I’m comin’ in hot forgot you definitely got no clue
    I’m comin’ in hot you got you definitely got so rude
    Boy actin’ coy you got nuts like Almond Joy
    I tell ya this is a tribute

    I’m vexing many mofos but I’m wishing you the best
    I keep ’bout half my lyrics and I throw out the best
    Cause fly on by, you can if you want
    The method that makes sense is patience


    Galaxy
    Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Martinez

    Between Mars and Jupiter
    There’s a gap
    For another planet
    Now way back yeah
    Maybe a mad man
    Just blew the shit
    Out of it
    Now we’re tryin’
    To get back
    In alignment
    Explains why we
    Go through cycles
    Always tryin’ to find it
    Closin’ into the age
    Of aquarius
    Crazy weather
    Floods Tornadoes
    Low jet streams
    Not gettin better
    Enterin’ a twilight zone
    Activities grown
    Every single day
    More people spottin’ UFO’s

    Let’s come together with this
    New coast shit
    we got the motherfuckin’ kids
    Now let’s freak this shit
    It’s messed up when you’re feeling
    Everything is wrong
    takeover the Pentagon

    It’s fucked up in this paradigm
    Cuz i’m burnin’ fossil fuels
    I dont even need too
    free energy has been harnessed
    we don’t use it why
    cuz the techniques been suppressed
    the hours glass has passed through granules
    thats cool we gotta break it
    bust all these rules and switch
    change up the pitch
    rearrange our views and this
    dumb shit we’ll ditch

    chorus

    I found a bootleg of the cosmic conscious
    then erased it
    visualized the breath technique
    slowly became it
    now something is watchin’ me
    since i have found the keys

    to free this energy
    my high speed light body
    cuz the galaxy is crazy
    it doesn’t amaze me
    that we’re livin’ out of phase
    and quickly decaying

    6 protons, 6 neutrons, 6 electrons
    is encoded in this plane
    we live on


    Light Years
    Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum

    You’re a thousand light years running through my brain
    Reminding me that no one’s sane
    Not all the time
    Yes

    You’re a thousand light years running through my brain
    Reminding me that no one’s sane
    Not all the time

    Yes i still remember you
    In a way that you’d want me to
    I man a man you know see
    Who will do right for you

    Never let your regret make you wish we had not met
    I cannot think that way yeah
    I drove you crazy, i see that plainly
    You waited on pins for me
    But needles never ever love
    What did you think of


    Hydroponic
    Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Mother nature supreme step back and dream
    the hydroponic scene.
    Found around knocked out of bounds wound into the mind of
    my stone cloud.
    Taste the thinnest of oxygen rising higher a stoner
    Cus I can groove something.
    Wrecking nothing to prove see that’s in my nature.
    So fresh, the vital bud of the chronic tastes of something thicker.

    Everything I eat is from the Earth, right.
    I am what I eat straight up Earth, right.
    Nothing but a walking sack of Earth nice to meet you how do ya do.
    Guess what. Ya you’re one too.
    My skin holds me in my brain moves me then boom.
    I jump straight off the speaker in a form a celebration that we’re moving.
    Freely disconnected I’m truly grateful I’m going back the Earth.
    I’m not gonna waste life being hateful.

    Chorus
    Jumpin’ out my skin.
    The skin I’m in.
    And the hydroponics’ on.

    Did it because we wanna toke up until it’s gone
    An abstract notion here to connect me to the ocean.
    ‘Cause I’m water and carbon and not much else. I felt compunction.
    Conjunction junction what’s your function.
    I’ll be hookin’ ups verbs and nouns and phrases and clauses as to the causes.
    Of misery quizzically I look to my own book hooked on
    Trying to fathom the solar systems and atom in a larger molecule called a galaxy cool.
    The milky way is where I stay.

    Astronomy steppin’ stompin’ a pow wow I rock the mike and shake up the ground.
    And I’m a bust out like wild dandelions in fat bloom.
    I’m shooting through the cosmos because I loom
    you know I’m higher I’m shining brighter yes yes.
    Like where water comes together with other water foamin’.
    Now I’m Homin’. Like a bird soarin’ right to the mood.
    I’m a wildflower busting out I go boom.

    Chorus x2


    Who’s Got The Herb?
    Written By: Paul Hudson/Earl Hudson/David Byers

    Who’s Got the Herb
    2 for 1, 5 for 4, half ounces
    Quarter pounds, LB’s and kilos
    What are we looking for
    Sinsemilla
    What are we hoping for
    What are we hoping for
    Sinsemilla

    Who’s got the herb is what the young boys ask me
    Who’s got the herb and then elders tell me
    Who’s got the herb is what the young girls ask me
    Whos’ got the herb not thee dread-locks

    Skunk, bud, indica
    Sativa, my reefer, la arriba
    Skunk, bud, indica
    Sativa, my reefer, la arriba

    When we roll a big one
    it feels so right
    When we smoke it in our bong
    it feels so nice

    Whos’ got the herb is what the young boys ask me
    Who’s got the herb and then the elders tell me
    Who’s got the herb is what the young girls ask me
    Who’s get the herb not thee dread-locks
    Who’s got the herb
    Who’s got the herb
    Who’s got the herb
    Who’s got the herb What I’m talkin’ ’bout

    Cramacaca cayaca die shocka fryaca
    From a coppa yes I’m tellin’ you
    Cramacaca cayaca die shocka fryaca
    From a coppa

    What are we looking for
    Sinsemilla
    What are we hoping for
    Sinsemilla
    Here we go!
    Skunk, bud, indica
    Sativa, my reefer, my reefer
    Who’s got it Who’s got the herb
    Who’s got it Who’s got the herb
    311 whoa Who’s got the herb

    311’s got the herb and you can’t avoid that
    and ya do want your hands with a fat blunt sack
    chill with indica and guiness, steer clear of white powder
    kick it you sing it in a space, go out to play it louder

    Plague my brain with no cocaine
    I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna go insane

    Roll up the bones if you can affix a word to smoke it
    except for you’re doomed in the morning if you bake the hills
    Oh and I get up to the sun and then I smoke out
    It’s beginning to smell like Mota and I’m high with no doubt,
    sing

    Plague my brain with no cocaine
    I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna go insane

    Every country ’round the world
    the people smoke up herb
    prohibition is absurd
    the people want it.


    Feels So Good
    Music: Hexum/Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Well everybody’s got an opinion thats loud and unbending
    I spend my time healing and mending, together
    Its a question of whether live positive well i give
    P-Nut joints are fat, must be arthritic
    Tim is from the ’70’s and so we lit it
    SA has the wisdom of a nobel laureate
    I’m down for our days of glory
    It’s easy to do when you’re up with Sexton
    A rhytmatic genius, turnin’ up the next one
    But you know, young bro, I flow in this circumstance
    You’ll get your chance

    Because payback is a motherfuckin’ mission
    To the chump ass fucks slammin’ on us but we rock on
    Deriding on us derision
    Sendin you a voice now we’re sending you a vision

    And those who fought me they say they taught me everything I know
    I go off, when I hear that, that chit chat, bullshit!

    In your face
    And it feels so good
    In your face
    It feels so good
    Take it to ’em bro, throw down, SA

    Settin’ forth a course I’m really wiggin’ out
    In my dome I roam, no time to doubt
    Fucked up you right there while I was rhymin’
    Now you’re sulking in the corner, a baby crying
    Hittin’ up now we feelin’ to rock Mars
    Fuckin’ up the shit, now their heads bob
    We ain’t new to jack swing, the groove and that
    We got crazy factiffs and we all that
    I don’t often rock and I’m a laureate
    I don’t pull the punch you know I’m throwin’ it
    Freestyles my style on the mic and flex
    Shell shocked the mind of a punk that’s next

    I get retarded now that I started you know
    A condition which I keep closely guarded
    Like the kind buds you know my scene
    My team thinks these things supreme, but to the weasels,
    Who try to bring us down but in reality it make you look like a clown
    Too bad cause we’ll be sittin’ in the sun and choose a rocky ass path smoke

    In your face
    And it feels so good
    In your face
    It feels so good
    Yo P-Nut, beat that thing

    Want you on the mic Nicholas
    Ay, get this my stream of consciousness is a sea
    Much like Bukowski with a rage
    Speakin’ to page
    Beasts in the cage
    Jumpin’ off the stage
    Divin’ Thrivin’ Strivin’ for a better day SA

    Beat back by flesh
    Shattered doors braggin’ fists to the sky we’re feelin’ high
    Has to live and die

    Just take a moment to have a fit once in a while
    You know, you know
    I do it daily and like it but that’s my style,
    Yeah, here I go

    In your face
    And it feels so good
    In your face
    It feels so good