How was I supposed to know
That my stone was gonna roll
way down in the valley
How was I supposed to see
All the fishes in the sea
Swimmed on without me

I was jus a little stone
At the bottom of the sea
The waves were crashing over me

How was I supposed to keep
All of my sheep
When the hill’s so steep
How was I supposed to know
That my stone was gonna roll
Way down in the valley

To the ocean
Floating along with the strangest notion
Gonna take off my old clothes
And never put em back on

TAKANAKA

Fear…..
Is the mind
Is the mind
Killa
Killa
The real a dilla
Fear fear fear ahhh

How was I supposed to know
I was gonna fall in love with 'ole Takanaka
Mowing my lawn on a Sunday
Praying for the daisy’s forgiveness
And the rain to come on
To the ocean…

How’s the surf down there in Japan, good man?
Is it open?
I wanna be specifically pacific
but i'm arkansan
I know I must
I gotta trust
This lust
For the ocean

TAKANAKA

Fear
Is the mind
Is the mind
Killa
Killa
The real dilla
Fear fear fear ahhhh

How was I supposed to know that my soul was gonna grow
Into a big soul flower
And the only thing I’d ever need is a big hot sun
And the occasional shower

How was I supposed to know that my stone was gonna roll
Way down in the valley
How was I supposed to see all the fishes in the sea
Were swimming on without me
In the ocean

Fear
Is the mind
Is the mind
Killa
Killa
The real dilla
Fear fear fear ahhhh