Lyrics:
smells like her perfume
And I wish I didn't feel so used by my
One and only golden muse
You
Your body is my painting
Your soul is my song
Your mind is
and it happens to you
We live the same struggles and that's the truth
But this world we see try to cut us apart
So we try to heal by creating art
If I
hit gold
These muhfuckers won’t let the biz show
Showbiz dictates that you live low
So infatuated with the intro
Punch in, tick-tock
In comes
which one of those I'd rather heed
As I'm sure would the rabbit
Who only wants to live and breed
I write each and all my songs
Always have done all
Don't pay attention (attention) to people
Take care (care) of yourself
Oh yeah okay (okay) it`s so simple
Muse muse, please muse!
Why do you live so
drive by
On the corner hustling, roses and bean pies
N***** think they wavy but ain’t gotta surf board
Live from the West where we quake the earth’s core
drive by
On the corner hustling, roses and bean pies
Niggas think they wavy but ain’t gotta surf board
Live from the West where we quake the earth’s core
reality Show and showbiz
What they need ?
A punch in the face, they fake the world we live in
Even my smolderin' blunt, keep thinkin' !
About the world
Finesse is live on the mic so come and see him
With the new flavor, that's why I'm gonna stay fly
It won't hurt to lounge and drop by and say hi
So too
mind is playing games
But I know I'm not sober
I'm drinking to get by
Singing to get high
Screaming on paper
But it doesn't feel right
I don't believe in
and Showbiz is rippin this shit, so tell them
We came, we saw, we broke the fuck out
You play, you lay, but if you give good hay you can stay
Hey,
on the money, you know I'm makin' it
I do it live, so you know I ain't fakin' it
Five foot eight, standin' ten feet tall
And if you ask me why, it's like that
and at night
Write to faint old flames by dim candlelights,
Hey, hi, hello, dear, to whom, for you: I am
Ruthlessly uprooting the usual route
In lieu of some
Design with the sounds of Dilla
We call it Plug Tunin'
(Are we on the air?)
We in the D tonight y'all
(Are we on the air?)
We live with Dilla tonight
(Are
the partys falling though
You need a funny guy, to put some laugh in your lives
It started when you teased me I stayed mute for the funny
The act left me so
want to get in a fight
I want to put it to math
I want to live in your laugh
I want to get surgical
Put myself under your knife
A microscopic intrusion
Every day I see ghetto kids impressed with showbiz
But they live their life on the thread
Junkies and King Pens surround them
Passing through school
Wrong - I'm not talking show-biz
Life - Is what you got to live
Some try to take, and some try to give but it's real
You know what I mean
This
And I said "Well, of course!"
She came and sat down on my lap
She smelt just like mint sauce
She told me I had what it takes
To make it in showbiz
She
I can't live without you
It's hard without you
I cry without youuuu
I don't know what I'll do
I don't what to do
I can't live without you
I don't
live
See, me I want the show doe, some get no dough
It's up to you though, choose your own path bro
But remember when you live by the pen
Yo kid,
Cause I feel trapped by all this
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
They live in the attic of my mind shadow muse
They crowd with their phrases of discouraging half
an uncertain fight
I've been waiting for you
I never felt so alive
Breathing on a beat by Whoami
Fingertips tap it's all kinetic
Complete the circuit it's so
madness thats called having a muse
When you fall in love with sadness thats a muse times two
When you fall in love with death that's a muse cubed
You're all
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