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thought more
about the things that other people care about
I gotta make some room inside of my head
I'm your distraction

the nina for our be foes in a gamble
That's what life is and it's hard to handle
When the bible says worship this by the scriptures written by man though

and dance and skip
It's time to take that acid trip
It's time to stop and get a grip
It's time it's way past time

If it seems like it all ends today
No

Life Is Better with You

Eskimo Joe

A Song Is a City

2004

It makes the ones we love seem great 

Life is better with you 
It happens all the time 
The people pass you by 
Like everyone you knew 
They are

It's My Time

Tru

Tru 2 da Game

1997

limit soldier
Y'all ain't ready, get motherfuckin' ready, and hit 'em up mia

[mia x]
Open it up, make way for a bitch that's down
Stand aground and move

told you that I'm gone hoe
Don't need anybody
I make my own own beats
And I make my own sound
Nah nah nah nah
Now, I stay on my own
Why would that shit

company, the human beat box Ready C
Backed up by a family, and that is all we need
So that we can be successful as we want to be
The future is in front of me

Holding on to one thing that I keep so near
Fallen through the sounds
As I meet you through the air
I wanna breathe it too

Take me by the hand
I wanna make

Beams blaze like an iron rod that burned into my soul
We made such a beautiful sound it can't be told
And I knew, hardly knew you, loved me too

again
Well, gone are the songs that your heart sang
And gone are your shoes by the door
I wait listening for the doorbell to ring
But it don't make

don't make a sound anymore
Well, maybe in time I will take all the blame
And be the mistake that you won't make again
Sometime down the line, Lord, I

and awake, we give thanks and praise
Hustler got no holiday
Tutu m’anamon si baabi yie
Mɛ na mɛ nie
Woi Jah Jah guide my way

Up and awake, we give thanks

Just for a moment
I'm here to stay on this hallowed ground
Machines fly by
With a buzzing sound
And I am just here
Forgetting all that almost made me

Gather up the bodies, light a fire by the lake 
And it always seems such a terrible waste
But I can't deny that the smoke makes such beautiful shapes

girl walk by me and my alien girl 

When educators feed me hungry
When the doctors feed me pills
Watching my life on a TV
Say what makes me oh so ill

Me

In Her Music Box

Atmosphere

When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold

2008

[Chorus: x2]
Daddy's drive around, mommy's work night shifts
Sweet dreams, sleep little precious
Lay down in that music box, escape in the sound of that

You see it there? It's big and it's round
I gotta slap it a few more times before it can make a sound
Look around, hear a sound. It's my ass shutting

the sound
Feel the beat

I can make you forget what you left unsaid
Get you out of your head
You ain’t seen nothing yet

Oh i see that you’ve been hurting,

(J Nui)
Yeah nah, no days off, look
Through fatigue and the pain gotta keep pushing through
For greatness is never gifted you know that it's true
For

Shield your drunken eyes
I'm your dying guy
Startled by the sound 
Of hellfire underground 
And horsemen on the sky
You've got that money look

The jersey bounce will make you swing
Ounce by ounce, the jersey bounce
Puts you right in the swing
That jersey bounce, it'll make you swing

Up town down town

a thing
That shit sound absurd nigga
You ain't did a thing
Think I'm out here selling dreams
So what the fuck is you saying
Validation only way to get you

side it’s a rainy day
Oh never wanna make me feel this way
Cause you gat me going on just the holiday
And that’s why am not far away
In your body heart

and white
Don't make a sound
Old school love
Summertime love
Coastin
Sending my love
(Waiting by the phone)
Coastin
Sending my love
(Waiting by the phone)