Lyrics:
don't have a curtain
Made of iron or stone
We are not divided by a wall
So come on tell me
Hey, hey, hey
From L.A. to Broadway
Hey, hey, hey
Let
a curtain
Made of iron or stone
We are not divided by a wall
So come on tell me
Hey, hey, hey
From L.A. to Broadway
Hey, hey, hey
Let the music lift you up
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
My Posse's On Broadway
My Posse's On Broadway
Me and Kid Sensation, at home away from home
In the black Benz limo with the cellular phone
I'm callin
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
Motherfuckers
Say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm
in the U.S.A
Texas, Tennessee down in F.L.A
Way up in New York City at the Broadway show
They're wearin' boots and buckles while they do si do
alright
What did you say?
Rejected by society (do re mi fa)
Treated with impunity (so la te do)
Protected by their dignity (do re mi fa)
I search
alright
Oh-oh-oh?
Rejected by society (do re mi fa)
Treated with impunity (so la te do)
Protected by their dignity (do re mi fa)
I face reality (so
alright
Oh-oh-oh?
Rejected by society (do re mi fa)
Treated with impunity (so la te do)
Protected by their dignity (do re mi fa)
I face reality (so
alright
Oh-oh-oh?
Rejected by society (do re mi fa)
Treated with impunity (so la te do)
Protected by their dignity (do re mi fa)
I face reality (so
ain't fair to Skype the prom
Our kids sit home in isolation
TV news is always on
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
This ain't my
like to love you, yeah, yes sirree
It may sound crazy but its a fact
Hey tell me, baby, baby
How you gonna act?
Do re mi fa so la ti
Forget about
ain't fair to Skype the prom
Our kids sit home in isolation
TV news is always on
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
This ain't my
came to talk to me though
The more of us that lies, I guess kids don't live or die
'Cause we're makin' this music that's making you lose it
So,
[Chorus]
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Well I don't just do the beat
heart
On my sleeve, let the runway start
You know the miserable do love company
What do you want from me and my scars?
Everybody lack confidence,
alone
Waiting for your kid's
School bus to arrive (but you know)
They're gonna do it anyway
Reaching for your keys
Wait, is that your phone?
Got
to the lord then I shall feel alright"
It feels to play a little music
Tears running down my face 'cause I love to do it
And no one can stop this flow from
daydreams, far from their homes
Love songs were drowned in the sound of the drums
Don't you know the dream has come true
Don't you know by now the dream
better than any kid 'n play
Play that funky music come on come on
Play that funky music, white boy I can't hear you, say it
Play that funky music say
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