Lyrics:
In these times of troubles, toils and stress
We'll always be safe by doin' what we do best
Playin' our music, well, that was born down in our souls
made
People passing by
Used to stop and say
My oh my
That country boy can play
Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go
the railroad track.
Oh, strummin' his guitar in the gentle shade,
Playing to the music that the drivers made.
People passing by they'd stop and say
Oh my that
track
The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passin' by they would stop and say
Oh my
track
The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passin' by they would stop and say
Oh my
search then use the song as a massage after a hard day's work
And if it's true that music calms the savage beast
Play this cut in the jungle and put
on tight on the jet on the runway
Leave Monday don't come home to Sunday
We dip Tuesday be back in town by Wednesday
Break a girl off that chain like
got a different kinda money plan
Not tryna play any type of games
Tryna make sure y'all know my whole name
I do music for more than the money
I like that
Then I go back, hit the blunt, take a shot of jack
Then make a few more edits on the Mac
I’m listening to music all day
To make something
I just want to be free
Set me free
To rule in my life
Dance in my world
The music that my soul came here to sing
Life is the school with playgrounds
he doin' well
Honestly, I thought Bill was gon' die in jail (I did)
Who the fuck be listenin' to Tyler, The Creator music (who?)
That's what DJ
buy ya next tape
Let that bar digest straight
Still no quitting on this leg race
Sprinting on this paper chase expressway
Put my music on and they find
Whole a them that suffer too long
Free up me selecta, mr bossman
Cuz we hurt nobody inna the dance
How can be the music illegal
All a the artists we
Whole a them that suffer too long
Free up me selecta, mr bossman
Cuz we hurt nobody inna the dance
How can be the music illegal
All a the artists we
on my ass I had to pave the way
Stacking up my money for these rain days
Now I fucking around and play with 808's I made a way
Memories don't fade away
the world you learn to dance like that
By the Mediterranean sea (When the music plays, your body is amazing)
Cut the music up please
Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop
Controlled by my two hands they go tick-tock
Around the clock, yes it's my time, my
and you cannot manage
I’m On top of Kings Landing like Stannis standing
And I Got Missandei and she by me all-day
And she do not play games
And she do not
just make lemonade
Life's heat gets cooled by the shade
You're judged by the game that you played
I keep my cool when my temper is frayed
Won't quit
turn to ta’ take pain away.
What’s there to say when music’s no longer the gateway that’s enough ya’ make it through the day?
Bottom line: it’s a fine
me by the hands
Just keep me stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
You know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you (Oh)
My heart's
focus
She like a work of art
Think I see double--she painted by Warhol
Mess with my head but she play with my heart
I cannot stand when we are apart
She
my verses when my songs play
They rather see me laying on my back than standing on my feet
That's how I know progression makes these niggas weak
I'm
drive you crazy
When I call you like that
When I treat you like that
Wanna have a baby ask her where her daddy's at
Come play your music at home with me
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