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But she got run by a parade yeh but still she got her hands out
(Really got her hands out)
Like where's your manners
Oh no
Money why she like
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
Call it denim jacket dapper
West coast and Washingtonian
The super loud laugher that Jesus lovin'
Church goin' son of a pastor
Hey, shout out to my
The Groove has just possess her soul
I feel the magic on my feets
Begging Lord for always bless our chemicals
There's people leaving out their seats
Just come
the magic I feel
The passion is real, revealed, and the path it is clear
I'm going up, I'll never be stopped now or copped out
Locked down on a plot to pop
All across the nation
We kill each other every day
Do we even care about us
We always put the blame
On everybody else but ourselves
So how can we
everybody'd speak
When he walked in they'd say (Hi Rick)
And when he passed by, they'd say (Dumb Dick)
Really hard-headed, cause he said he had juice
But it was
everybody'd speak
When he walked in they'd say (Hi Rick)
And when he passed by, they'd say (Dumb Dick)
Really hard-headed, cause he said he had juice
But it was
instruction and felt the power surge
As the special metal wings emerged
Then everybody cried out with glee
As the major took off clumsily like a bumblebee
for that magic stuff
ooh you got that magic ugh
My only problem is figuring out
How to get more of you
How to get more of you
How to get more
gizzard
Jump on the carpet, let's take a spin
Everybody's waitin for the show to begin
Up to the top, by the neck, and let you go
Try to land in a glass
dreams
Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love,
Find me way out in the garden by the wishing well
Find me way out in the garden by the wishing well
Hear my voice
Roll the window down, you can hear
your lungs and bite your thighs
You're slipping out under the pines
And then you lose your sense of tim
Drinking through the nigh
It's best to die in
and having fun
Nobody sees me but everybody hears me
Yes, we feel the magic beat of Rock 'n Roll
So we feel the magic beat of Rock 'n Roll
We feel always ruled
let's take a spin,
Everybody's waitin' for the show to begin.
Up to the top, by the neck, and let ya go, (wow!)
Try to land in a glass of faygo! (uh!)
eyes totaled
Mr Wi-Fi, out a franchise go to
Magic, standby local's
Watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the Pro-Tools
I teach you how
eyes totaled
Mr Wi-Fi, out a franchise go to
Magic, standby local's
Watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the Pro-Tools
I teach you how
Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you
On my "J.O." with beats by Kan-ye yo
My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll
Style fresh,
hustle day and night
You can tell I'm hungry, you can see it in my eyes
Money come and it disappear like magic
Surrounded by the people that want but
Love
Words & Lyrics by TJ Note
© 2011 TJ NoTE Johnston
BPM = 120
1ST VERSE
First there’s a melody ... then add a bit of me
If I could be someone
intuition to interpret
Magic swords and cauldrons
Death and greed and violence
Yeah my tower crumble
But I 'm staying humble
Use the struggle to surpass these
magic sky people are all still needed
"It's impossible to stop them believing that crap
Which was blatant fiction in some cases
"There are some aspects
sound in the crew
With Magic Wand, had it going on (Old school)
Bringing the freaks out at night
Rapper's Delight
Fly girls were giving hip hop a new
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