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I've Got the Melody (Deep in My Heart)

Kenny Loggins

Celebrate Me Home

1977

our love will hold

It sounds just like a symphony
Something composed by you and me
I hear the music that we make
The sound of love is what it

n****s mad 
Well it's too bad 
Cause I am that n***a that you least expected 
I know I'm the man

I am that n***a that your girl expected 
I'm fly by

the wealth
(Uh)

I found my passion
In music couldn't refuse it
Abuse it up in the booth
Imma use it to reach the youth
Imma use it to speak my truth
Imma use

Showed you how that money pile but didn't show you how
That ain't your friend
He want it all for him
Until he fall
Don't want to see they dawgs live

all this hating
I think it's crazy that we find violence so entertaining
Some people saying that it's the music rappers be making
But America really was

they hatin us 
Ain’t gone stop what we doin it ain’t enough
Too busy running this paper up
I ain’t got time to be making love 
Once I cut that bitch off

care if it's risky
If I didn't have this shit, I'd be chugging whiskey
You know that I put all of my feeling in my music
And I just want to make it, show

Championships

Meek Mill

Championships

2018

Yeah, uh

All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns

trying to be cool 
Don't need no shiny jewels 
To prove to you that I'm true 
I'm as real gets 
I'm here for music and checks
I can show off my strength

the music
And put your hands up

Guess it's up to you you you you you 
You play by your own rules 
And we don't have to wait for love wait for love 
Guess

think I'm insane, swear I don't even sleep I be lying awake
Little by little increasin' the profit
Soon that'll triple, grindin' this music while I'm

The ladies know the game
When them niggas be spitting
Now everybody wants a piece
A little piece when I'm in it
So go and lay that game down
This instrumental

Drunk Again

Paul Butterfield

In My Own Dream

1968

Butterfield's band up there, ain't it?
Sure soundin' good
Boy I love, I love that music
Alright

That's what I like about Chicago
I love good music and I love

Ash in a tin, pack being pushed, harassed by the feds
The fact of it is most people that rap like this talkin' about some shit they haven't lived

an old time family blue grass band

Daddy slapped the upright
Mamma strummed the other part
We couldn’t read the music we just
Played it all by heart
Lord

is so rich,
it’s filled with trees.
I could spend a lifetime,
exploring it.
Every branch that breathes,
every bird that sings.
And now they sing
(For

is so rich,
it’s filled with trees.
I could spend a lifetime,
exploring it.
Every branch that breathes,
every bird that sings.
And now they sing
(For

is so rich,
it’s filled with trees.
I could spend a lifetime,
exploring it.
Every branch that breathes,
every bird that sings.
And now they sing
(For

is so rich,
it’s filled with trees.
I could spend a lifetime,
exploring it.
Every branch that breathes,
every bird that sings.
And now they sing
(For

is so rich,
it’s filled with trees.
I could spend a lifetime,
exploring it.
Every branch that breathes,
every bird that sings.
And now they sing
(For

is so rich,
it’s filled with trees.
I could spend a lifetime,
exploring it.
Every branch that breathes,
every bird that sings.
And now they sing
(For

is so rich,
it’s filled with trees.
I could spend a lifetime,
exploring it.
Every branch that breathes,
every bird that sings.
And now they sing
(For

is so rich,
it’s filled with trees.
I could spend a lifetime,
exploring it.
Every branch that breathes,
every bird that sings.
And now they sing
(For

is so rich,
it’s filled with trees.
I could spend a lifetime,
exploring it.
Every branch that breathes,
every bird that sings.
And now they sing
(For