Lyrics:
All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree
And an old weepin'
way.
All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree
An' a ol'
tranced by the advance
Tranqued by the sound bank
Put under the drum
Numbed off of our shit
Now who you rocking with them or us
Deep love or cheap lust
QB
the dead still sing
And we can celebrate by
Dancing in the streets
Your music, your legacy, rest in beats
I'm sick of this scenario, man
I'm buggin' out
So
Unmistakable, this sound amazing, how beautiful this track is sounding
But I'm so sad, I'm an alcoholic, so I got a bottle of Jack and downed it, yeah
Run
on Sound-Cloud it be my name that they click
Yea they call me Qu33zy cause my music is too SICK
I’ve been getting in my zone
When I’m out in public I be writing in
In a crackers house with the cap lagged out
Cee don′t be on the road too tough
Buh I heard that shit like I relate
Miss me with your grand debates
a beast a different breed in time
Thats my album out by the way
Just had to stay focus and not believe in lies
Keep going till I meet my demise
Witch
Sweet music
Take me away from here
To here I want to be forever
Eyes wide shut
Imagining
The strange sound caressing me
And I miss it so
I need to find
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
by the music
The language and the fans, friends and my family
Can a man only dream or imagine, imagine
the Auderman empire,
For I hear by the sound of the
castanettes, we are off,
off, off, off we are off.
Off to Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-azil! a-Br-r-razil. Brazil...
Land
Lets go, it's only a couple,
It's only a couple months away
But I already miss my homies
Ya, still rollin' up today
But I'm sitting here by my lonely
on the way I should write
Oh God
Yeah, sounds like a nightmare, if you ask me
Yeah, went from my bedroom to the big leagues
You know how many times that I
to say
"We're taking bluegrass music where it's never been before
And we're not taking you with us
'Cuz you don't have that high and lonesome sound
That
Tonight our little apartment is a house in the Heights
And it's lit up so bright by your smile
You're my music and you're my sound
And I don't wanna
town!? (I do)
Killin' willingly
Who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block corners
Avenues and drives (Ah hah)
It's about time, the mashin'
the time now
Me and M.I. down
In the studio, making music for that Grindhouse
Time out
Yo, I miss that Alumni sound
Well, call up Bush and Kellyn, then
Tell
[Hook]
You hear a lot of music, but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows, but don't enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums, and you snoring
But
music when she calling me papi
One thing to remember this ain't just any heaven
God delivered me and this album, November 27th
Something like that
Love,
of hits coming at this hour
This is WMFW FM
This hour we got Bob Marley
The sounds of Miriam Makeba, Muta Baruka
We got the live music group Gumbo coming
All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree
And an old weepin'
myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggaz with money, that's
Iluezi huh bitch
You don't want to fuck with me
What the fuck?
(Turn that music down bitch!)
When I step in the booth it's a Crysis (Yeah)
Golden
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