Lyrics:
I've been keeping quiet, stuck inside my lonely mind
Don't tell many people that I write my music on the side
Keeping secrets to myself, I guess that
Nothing's gonna be the same now
Mind is stuck in lonesome rain clouds
Making music with my greyhounds
Always gotta box of albums, so it's fuck
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
Or the sound of the wind? Younger was astounded, the thoughts that were inspired by Olders question excited Younger so much he couldn’t sit. He jumped up, pacing
of the dope stuff
So in the record store, you can't pass by us
GET the album, HEAR THE MUSIC
And hold on so you just don't lose it
As a reference, for
lifted better back us yeah we're gifted
So don't blink you might miss it overlooked but they still listen
Fucking sure i'm understood by the pool
infected by the sound
(Oh, oh)
Stop, this beat is killing me
Hey Dr. DJ, let the music take me underground
(Everybody in the club)
Evacuate the dance
female vocals,
I start to sound awkwardly, lost in Oakery
Finding peace in grocery
Feeling awfully,
Surrounding by loveless persons,
I'm in my oldest
blessings
We have seen our guiding star
CHORUS
Pick up your bags and get your ticket
Don't hang around or you will miss it
This is the King Sound, whole
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made seven whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
don't know
I thought I would figure it out by now
But I still feel like I'm scratching
The surfaces of my sound
On the road to ten thousand
Where practice
was recording the album:
Cherry Bomb! The album!
I had a show New Year's 2015
And I haven't came out with music in a while
Damn, finally, you gonna
and music the perfect therapy
Infatuated with everything that is heavenly
Will i be here in a century?
Strolling with the sound off, that's how it's meant
of the Wagon Masters and Miss Dolly, of our entire lives. To be able, through the sound of music, to be a part of it and all you gentlemen aboard. Colonel Duke,
attention
Cause I don't want to sound familiar
Want a guaranteed single, not an album filler
Give me some 90's music
I want Timbaland on it, I know he
This the last song on the album
It's my first blues album
So I'ma dedicate this last song to the name of the album
Boosie Blues Cafe
Take you
me step inna di club
Selecta, tun it up inna di sub
Music a bounce and lyrics by di tons
And mi high grade sent from above
Me tell dem (Major
because they didn't like
What he did but whatever you think of him
He definitely developed his own
Style: He didn't
Sound like anyone who came before him
mighty, I'm heify, I kind of look Jewish
I'm rare and elusive
Prepare these exclusives
A parent to music, keep birthing these sounds
Young God, Young God
confusin', I'm losin' my brain in this music
Who the fuck is stupid enough to produce a track by a rapper with no talent
Who has no room for improvement
It's
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
albums in a year
Composed it and I wrote it
Learned my music by the ear
Now tell me if that's worth
Like $50,000 a year
Now tell me if that's worth
Like 10
discuss statements that's made on this tape
And its whole origin of the music that we all know and love
The music that we all enjoy, the music you accuse
swear that I'm up to no good (it's heavy shit)
I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good
Music move me through me, feel it zoomin' through my body
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