103 Degrees - Spor

Written by：Jon Gooch

You set the grade

We play the field

We pinch you just to make sure

That you know

It's real

Your screw comes loose

You lose your soul

And with it goes your worries

And your self control

Your speakers shake

The sounds of lifted

Your reaction is the reason

That we all persisted

So here we come

A new collective

Transatlantic opposition

With a new perspective

You set the grade

We play the field

We pinch you just to make sure

That you know

It's real

Your screw comes loose

You lose your soul

And with it goes your worries

And your self control

Your speakers shake

The sounds of lifted

Your reaction is the reason

That we all persisted

So here we come

A new collective

Transatlantic opposition

With a new perspective

You set the grade

We play the field

We pinch you just to make sure

That you know

It's real

Your screw comes loose

You lose your soul

And with it goes your worries

And your self control

Your speakers shake

The sounds of lifted

Your reaction is the reason

That we all persisted

So here we come

A new collective

Transatlantic opposition

With a new perspective

You set the grade

We play the field

We pinch you just to make sure

That you know

It's real

Your screw comes loose

You lose your soul

And with it goes your worries

And your self control

Your speakers shake

The sounds of lifted

Your reaction is the reason

That we all persisted

So here we come

A new collective

Transatlantic opposition

With a new perspective