Lyrics
I knew it must've been some big setup
All the action just would not let up
It's just a little bit back from the main road
Where the silence spreads and the men dig holes
I start to spin the tale
You complain of my diction
You give me friction (friction)
You give me friction (friction)
You give me friction (friction)
My eyes are like telescopes
I see it all backwards, but who wants hope?
If I ever catch that ventriloquist
I'll squeeze his head right into my fist
Something comes tracking in
What is it? What's the prediction?
I'll bet you it's friction (friction)
I'll bet you it's friction (friction)
I'll bet you it's friction (friction)
How does a snake get out of its skin?
Alright, here's a depiction
Oh, stop this head motion, set the sails
You know all us boys gonna wind up in jail
Well, I don't wanna grow up
There's too much contradiction
And too much friction (friction)
But I dig friction (friction)
You know I'm crazy 'bout friction (friction)
F-R-I-C-T-I-O-N
(Friction)
(Friction)
(Friction)
