Lyrics:
Don't stress, just rest and vibe in with the rhythm
The bass is in the pocket and you know we'll drop it with him
Got the drum beat crash
I've Got The Music In Me
BIrma:/B
Ain't got no trouble in my life
No foolish dreams to make me cry
Boris:
I'm never frightened or worried
I know
for Griffey
I go harder than his swing
Heard the beat and felt like Sugar Ray
Steppin' in the ring
Cause music was my first love
The one that never left
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
time we are living in
Reggae music is my culture
Reggae music and agriculture
Reggae music roots and culture
And I man give thanks and praise unto Jah
mongoliv/
me Lasse Kongo min/
gangstern som använder bång o sil/
så du tigger mat/
o du ligger kvar/
killen vill mucka så nigger vad?/
o du vaknar upp i fel
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
This is real, this is your life in a song
Yeah this is country music
Are you haunted by the echo of your mother, on the phone
Cryin' as she tells
that gold and green, playing
Classical jams in the wind symphony, but the
Music of Wagner and the pieces by Copeland never
Moved me the same as play in
yeah, yeah
Du bist auf Straße, doch was nun?
Schützer, verpack es, verkauf es, mach Umsatz
Kongo, Jamaika, von Westen bis tief in den Osten vernetzt
You'll never know
What you've done for me
What your faith in me
Has done for my soul
And you'll never know the gift you've given me
I'll carry
wanna make love
Make love
Make love
This type of music make always help me get by
Get by
Get by
This type of music the only thing that gets me through it
The music
Swept away by the music
The music
The music
It is heaven sent
Like a long-lost friend
I'm absorbed in the music
The music
The music
Barely out
make my music for the thugs in the streets
And all the real men who make sure their kids got some to eat
Yall talking about clothes chasing these pros
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
Lynn)
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I live in the world world of forgotten people
Who've loved and lost their hearts so many times
I'm here in the world
Day trippin', so reapin'
Girl in a rock and roll band
Lights out, so loud
Better than you ever had
Feels like music
Pumpin' trough your
on like when a car start
Look at how you flap that
Plane in a the sky crash
Like a Bomb a drop
Girl you really compact
Like a fire hot hot
Let me see you
humble
And that made sober, so I don't fumble
I'm the one from the Congo
Who beat the beat like a bongo
Finger waiving in the air like Mutombo
My people
do she swallow
Beat it like Kongo
Semen on her tonsils
Keep my dick by yo bitch lips like her nostrils
I am on of the gifted chosen apostles god know
always here
Especially when you're feeling low
Let the money dry your tears
Put you in that winter fur coat
I got you gifts by the Christmas tree
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
'em
I know y'all in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rappin records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
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