Lyrics:
the rhythm in my bones
And the soul in my voice
Unchain my melody
Gotta make some noise
Yeah yeah
The crowd starts to gather
Drawn by the sound
Feelin'
From the favelas to the beaches, where the party never ends
Feeling the beat, can you hear it in your bones? (oooh)
Summer rhythms, shaking hips,
all had it, the Grizzlies made him their 2nd draft pick
The word is a synonym for rhythm in a track, but it's getting away, we gotta bring it back
I
dropped out of school? I dropped out of school too
But they call me king piranha so I’m not crossed with bullshit
I’ve been squashed by a tractor and I’m
Besides my inner circle
Someone get the tractor
I guess I'm gonna need a farmer's hat
For shoveling the bullshit
Makin rhythms of the night
DeBarge is back
by the way He did say
Took us to a land oh so very far away
Where our enemies kept us and endless souls were slayed
You know the place you call
Some find peace in thrills like recklessness
I find rhythm in trees to fight restlessness
Shake shakin through my bones like skeletons
Always be
Grave Boogie
All live together
Together we die
Rest our heads 'til the cover of night
One by one from the grave we rise
Dancing in the moonlight
to the beat
Until I'm through
You're gonna hear the story of
The Rhythm Rock two
You know we're down by law
On the Hollywood scene
Got your rappin' in remission
of foals
Coal eyes
Mesmerized by my basilisk thighs
Forlorn core was brew!
Move my team by dream floods
Watch us buy the blood
Flow of lambs
Sanitized
lil’ nigga
I had ran on that bitch lil’ a tractor lil’ nigga
I was stretchin’ her bones like a practor lil’ nigga
I ain’t talkin’ no itch when I scratch
Oh airborne eyes
Yeah, will see black storms
If the summer is gone
Let it slide by
So let's take tonight
Ooh my little one
If the captain is
to escape that, never get caught up by that raper, raper
See that's that caper caper - Superman!
Doin it better and better and the wetter the rhythm, we givin
it feels
Farm house, silver roof flashing by
Tractor-trailer truck says goodbye with a sigh
And I'm going to the country
Oh, la, la, la, la, la
There are some that blindly and happily plow
While the tractor screams "feed me some oil"
The scraping of gears and the gnashing of teeth fall
All eyes were staring
You floated through the room
Armed with your razor smile Cutting to the bone
My voice fell useless
You flashed a quick
All eyes were staring
You floated through the room
Armed with your razor smile Cutting to the bone
My voice fell useless
You flashed a quick
intertwined
clgorithm's acting up, hot and heavy by design
Slaves to the rhythm of this technologic dream
Now grab me by my hardware
cnd make me fucking scream
my lungs
We will overcome
Chorus:
And be free like the birds in the sky
Free like the wind passing by
Free like the rhythm that flows
Free like we’ve
Gone Fishin'
Written by: Jeff McCool
Produced by: Jeff McCool and Wess Nyle
ASCAP publishing: McCool Media LLC
(CHORUS)
I'm up early in the mornin'
move swift
They ain want war, I tell em watch where they sit
Got It by the load; blood stream made AA prince
Yeah
Sting like aa bee lil nigga move
Alarming to the senses
As the scent of latex
And blinding white lights greet me
Withered, weak, and weary
His bones are bare and brittle
Can't rid
mad and tryna run me
Over out with Gacy's tractor
Hop over, run backwards
With a knap sack of green Supreme hats
Like I was sponsored up
By the fuckin'
to escape that, never get caught up by that raper, raper
See that's that caper caper - Superman!
Doin it better and better and the wetter the rhythm, we givin
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