Lyrics:
Cut the music up please
Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop
Controlled by my two hands they go tick-tock
Around the clock, yes it's my time, my
pushin' cowboy plays that love song
And here I am just missing you again
Please, mister, please
Don't play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but
pushin' cowboy plays that love song
And here I am just missing you again
Please, mister, please
Don't play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but
buy ya next tape
Let that bar digest straight
Still no quitting on this leg race
Sprinting on this paper chase expressway
Put my music on and they find
close mine
Close your eyes
Let's pretend that we're both counting sheep
Close your eyes
This is divine
Music play
something dreamy for
search then use the song as a massage after a hard day's work
And if it's true that music calms the savage beast
Play this cut in the jungle and put
There's nothing more that I like to do
Than take the floor and dance with you
Keep dancing
Let's keep dancing
Yeah..
mmmm..
Shake it, shake it
Shake
Became my lifestyle, in everything I do
Found out about the music, all them cd’s
That collection by my parents, these memories
Leaving the house,
track
The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passin' by they would stop and say
Oh my
the railroad track.
Oh, strummin' his guitar in the gentle shade,
Playing to the music that the drivers made.
People passing by they'd stop and say
Oh my that
made
People passing by
Used to stop and say
My oh my
That country boy can play
Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go
track
The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passin' by they would stop and say
Oh my
on my ass I had to pave the way
Stacking up my money for these rain days
Now I fucking around and play with 808's I made a way
Memories don't fade away
whisper in her ear "I can take you on a ride" heh
We conversate on a couple of dates
She gets attracted by the candy I'm speakin' leadin t' four play
Tight
just make lemonade
Life's heat gets cooled by the shade
You're judged by the game that you played
I keep my cool when my temper is frayed
Won't quit
the world you learn to dance like that
By the Mediterranean sea (When the music plays, your body is amazing)
my verses when my songs play
They rather see me laying on my back than standing on my feet
That's how I know progression makes these niggas weak
I'm
Inspired by true crimes
It's not a game, it's nothing to play with
Turn it off then come back the next day
It's here to stay struggle that is
I'm so
In these times of troubles, toils and stress
We'll always be safe by doin' what we do best
Playin' our music, well, that was born down in our souls
I'm tryin' make some money so I can go and play
In the night time
That's the right time
In the night time
That's the right time
I want to be
me by the hands
Just keep me stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
You know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you (Oh)
My heart's
turn to ta’ take pain away.
What’s there to say when music’s no longer the gateway that’s enough ya’ make it through the day?
Bottom line: it’s a fine
got a different kinda money plan
Not tryna play any type of games
Tryna make sure y'all know my whole name
I do music for more than the money
I like that
Then I go back, hit the blunt, take a shot of jack
Then make a few more edits on the Mac
I’m listening to music all day
To make something
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