Lyrics:
the mood is all from a dream
So if your (Feeling) down
How bout you turn up the sound
And start vibing right now
Cause you’re my favorite around and you make
I like music that makes me cry
Sad music, Gypsy music, and Russian music
But I like jazz, I like
Symphonic music, I like music
Uneasy steps,
the snare hit the count as it floats by
With leads on the strings making music's so fly
When I feel like I'm weak man
I look up to the sky and quote John
Telling my wife who I was dancing with like I was fucking
Flew back, Monday evening from the bottom where the sun was beaming
To the concrete jungle
cluckin'
Tellin' my wife who I was dancin' with like I was f***in'
Flew back, Monday evening from the bottom where the sun was beamin'
To the concrete
to get out of my head first
Let's renovate the abandoned funeral home so it has a bedroom
A bathroom and somewhere we can talk about all the things we'd
a thing my nigga, I foreverly (hold you down)
Even when shit gets hard I'm going to
Make sure that I'm around to hold you (down)
Will never leave your
old.
It sounds like the same lyrics
Written and spitten
From different rappers and all I'm seeing
Is y'all making music go backwards.
It's my turn
And the songs that flow from my old guitar
And I want to be there when the music plays
And the lights go up on the empty stage.
Oh I tell you
Music set
the hot
I'm a flow from the soul when you can't hold me back
Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track
I'm a simply simply always attach
Jeepney Music by
the hot
I'm a flow from the soul when you can't hold me back
Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track
I'm a simply simply always attach
Jeepney Music by
Wavin' on edges of roadsides
Don't worry 'bout me, I'll be alright
Still doin' my thing as the cars fly by
All night, that's right
I'll get where I'm
was I, so give him my email on a fly
And if it sound good, then I reply uh
Tell me what you know about dreams, what you know about having faith
In
on me if my flow sounds like a pillow
Don’t hate on me if my bank accounts full of zeros
I started with a pen an’ paper as a writer bruh
I brought
to go put on my red nose
[Verse 2]
They tend to stray away from me because I'm different
And it's been this way with me ever since I was an infant
Other
Sound the alarm
Another black boy done
Not by the gun but by the funds
Just a chance
But the sum, of all life
Won't divide
My music wanna make it
Still
the noise?
The only difference now is how they sound and rhyme
And have a rhythm rather than a constant burning grind
I live by music like religion yet
I also
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
to talk about it
Hey, looking like you found yourself right by my place
I hope you know your way
Hey, don't give me that looks that's on your face
This was
Pilger and Chomsky
My political awakening soundtracked by fast punk beats
Freedom of style
Freedom of thought
Anarchist philosophies go from is
and hard way until you get ya first buck
First learn to live from nothin'
And that's what I do. music's first - it's my soul & heart
And that's why
I
I make the most of most things
Carpet still got play dough stains from
When I was like 8 or so
Heart breaks and the 808's still
Playing out my radio
to stay my lane
And if I change, and change the game
It'll be by some amazing grace
Tryna wake the brains of every age and race
I'ma rule it so lets raise
my response to that is
Miami currently, Atlanta currently
Is making better music musically
Than New York
Let me explain something to you
Them dudes is
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