Lyrics:
the wildfires when he looks straight at me
When he finds in my eyes the strong sea
Oh, those trees get blown down by the wind from the blue
And that wind fills
Morning light spills through the window
I sit at the piano feeling the glow
Every note a whisper every chord a sigh
Waiting for you time passes by
That’s how you do it that’s how you get up
There’s nothing to it we’re making it up
Hear a sound that you love and you make a plan
Move your feet
me
And I know there are things
Much bigger than this when
I am lifted out
By the blissful sound
Canary calls to me
Your light
It's all I have
It's
my inner site way before the deals cought up in my fields rappin harder than diamond shining with the skill the septor that I flow by this has been my
of electronic music
And the art of piano
We weave a tapestry of sound
That mirrors the complexity and beauty
Of human relationships
We believe in
They're chanting your name with a silly refrain
Enchanted by the vision, the love, and the fame
A thousand smiling faces and the sun in my eyes
When
of the chief's brother
A maker of drums
We scraped the inside of goat hides
To seek the hollows where sound resides
Offering the parts we did not use to invoke
I am tired
Everyday the same songs
The same sounds
Produced by the same people
With their same smile tours
Even the strangers are always the same
trying to find
Enchanted by the passing of the days
There's a reason why we all live again
I got 15 minutes to qualify so I'm gonna defy
All the laws
vie leur a donné
Trop immature, ça, sound boy tu l'es, c'est sûr
Trop immature tu gères pas quand t'es biture (put down)
Put down di gun now (put
high
In the tube where I was grown
I was alone
The figure on the floor
The dream behing the door
The sound was low
Ball game on the street
Listen, can you hear it?
The sound of a thousand dead and twenty more to go
If these walls could talk, they would tell us all to run
They would
to Kill
Extreme aggression
Blood in the ears, skulls will shatter to bits
Thought you were ready
But never prepared for torture like this
Hit by
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory ever
Now, I don't want to lose you,
but I don't want to use you just to have somebody by my side.
And I don't want to hate you,
I don't want to take you,
mind
Bend down and pray before the god of sampling
Make yourself by stealing other people's fame
Resurrection
Resurrection
Club mix, dance, rap, don't
mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
the alarm to remind myself
That I spent the day by myself
This is my story - love...
Day one to now...
Background music to a silent film
You see -
I've got a little girl, though I know it won't be long
Before she finds another boy who will sit her by the fireplace
And sing her a song
It feels
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory ever
the truth
[ Havikk ]
Pops was a roller, moms seems to tell me
Well respected by all, that's what I want to be
Hardcore, in the streets I'd be a macker
Quick
y'all
So drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well
faced clowns
Come grab your straps and get down
And drown the streets in murder surround sound
In this jail cell we call hell and dwell
In well kept
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