Lyrics:
the tumult and the strife
I hear its music ringing
It sounds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing?
While though the tempest loudly roars
I
and drivers
You can see them from the heavens above
And an endless sea of red tailights On a twisted road to love
I seen you looking at me
So smug and so
of dawn
Sonnier's got his squeeze box pumping
Thibadeaux's got his fiddle out
Meet me over by the side of the river
There's big doins down
Don't bother telling me what I got coming in the morning
I already know
I got some feelgood pills and a red Gatorade by my bed
Ready to go
I'm
and the strife,
I hear the music ringing;
It sounds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing?
What through the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth,
Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me
Oh, baby
She took my hand
Led me down the stairs
To the floor where the music was
Worshiped by
She had dreads upon her head, blonde snakes
Ophelia you are so well read so,
Leave me spell bound, unadormed and unrefined
I am done founted by
of Music (angel or demon?)
I denied you (you denied me) (still calls her luring)
Turning from true beauty (her back from the grave)
Angel of Music! (Angel
being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me
Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that
the best die respect
My Columbian neck tie (whoo)
You just can't pass death by! (uh uh)
You can be homie - Cuhz - Neutral (yeah)
God Body - Neita - King -
hold their breath
She sits with me and sips her tea which tickles them to death
She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt
She wears red
on his daddy's knee
He picked up a hammer, a little piece of steel,
Said hammer be the death of me, Lord, Lord
Said hammer be the death of me
Said
balls-deep inside of Halsey
Your red sweater, your black leather
You dress better, I rap better
That a death threat or a love letter?
Little white
call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside, get it in on the road
Lotta quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic
And keep that bullshit out of our ear
You too near me to not hear me, too open to conceal me
The love for the music keepin' Big Boi spittin' real G
a Buddhist
I ain't a New Jack nobody goin' Wesley Snipe me
It's less than likely, move back
Let I breathe Jedi Knight
The more space I get the better I
And every one would get justice big brother beat up by the youngest child
And the country would be run by Mr.T and they’d play the videos on the mtv
And no
tryin' so hard to hide
Her selfish sorrow
I tried to get her talkin'
She didn't have much to say
She asked me for a map to death row
But I didn't know
and a little piece of steel
This hammer'd be a death of me Lord Lord this hammer'd be a death of me
John Henry was a little bitty boy no bigger than a palm
of intimate danger
And a lot of genuine mystery
When the music's jumpin' it starts to change ya
I'm mesmerized by the way you move
Keep doin' the things you
can judge you, I
Must sentence you to death, my nigga
Yeah, and you are not a topic in my section
Nigga math teacher taught me how to
Count my fucking
have been handed
Day by day
Generations on down
We came up from the subway
On the music midnight makes
To Charlie's bass and Lester's saxophone
ain't call me?
You sleep on my music and that's a damn shame 'cause I slam my bang
[Verse 1]
I've been inside every hip-hop circle you could imagine
Modulistic terror
A vast sadistic feast
The only way to exit
Is going piece by piece
You have no choice of life or death
My face you will not
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