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Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I'm sick of f**king being disrespected
But it's ok I wouldn't expect you to f**king get this
Music is my heroin, I heat it up

That's by myself
Count on me man and nobody else
The miles that
I've gained 
With the aim 
Use my brain 
Things change 
Those memories you can't relive

I'd die
We were young, white lies painted across your eyes
A second later you knew just what I was thinking

Oh when the music
Started playing I knew

man
We all started a band because we all had faith
We wouldn't deal with bullshit, said lets make music
Loved who we cooled with, the tunes were so

and monumental
What I write might incite violence and cause revolts
Confuse'em with the silence then I shock'em with results
This is music for adults, followed by

I can't resolve it, but you mine
This shit get better in time
I ask my grandma, "Why you worried about me?"
Since seventeen I been making music for

was surrounded with a lot of jealousy The people whom I thought were my friend were looking at me
Where then I was just trying to make music
But I got

Music's fierce compassion flows from you
 
The night is restless with the sounds we hear
Is broken, shaken by the cries of pain:
For this is music's inner

See my goal is to
Make music while feeling like a million
Live life and leave something for my children
I'm well rounded
I plan to aim high but stay

Halfway up the blackened ice
Into a haven safe from savages
Greeted by the sweet and wise
Dim the lights and fall back into life

So the music rolls

Niggas been asking me for music but they don't know that I'm drowning,
Just poured a whole cup a red i'm as high as mountain,
I just lost my nigga

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It echoed through the mountains of Carolina
Ragged and real as an old coal miner
Played by the hands of the weary and hard-workin' souls
Foot stompin

everywhere in front of me
Music all around
Synthesisers electric beats
Shine so brightly
Take me back to the 80's
Golden girls playing on the TV
Mixtapes

I began writing Poetry as a teen./

Produced by the era of the unseen/

The kind of music that makes a girl like you.

Every song I have ever seen/

I’m riding in a bullet train 

Surfing on the jet stream

Blown by a hurricane

Deep into a daydream 

Fly across the promised land

Cruise in

In a world without any Ear Pleasure
Another Banger is a national treasure!
This is the type of music you need!
Play their songs until your Ears bleed

City Girl
Words & Music by Irina Millbery

I am happy in the country side,
But I am a city girl. I am a city girl.
I am a city girl. I am a city

100's by a hook man I know I'm gonna reel them
This that lavish music
Know we getting to it
Get that bag and move it
Then we come collect our change just

attracted to music
So anything that I could make a beat with, I'd use it
Tins, buckets and cans, banging the kick drum
Like, look mum, I thought I was the man

Yeah, shout out to Love le Music on this track/ you know/because this right here is a banger
feel me
Like, I don't know, but when I hear this, it

Nothing gets me goin' like this music
Got the feelin' in my chest, I'ma use it
You got a problem, I'ma defuse it
I'm too in love with this music
Got

forward
And like post rock is what the underground is all about now
Music made to defy formality by any means necessary
The majors are just throwing out

a nigga, who makes music,
Nothing matters I'm just chilling (chilling)

I've been writing all my music
There's no time for all these ghosts,
Elevating in my