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Hubcaps in the curb
Footsteps disturb
The sidewalks, the
The that burn
All look good in the eyes of the

I the music, the beats in my head
The DJ, the MC, the of the band
The tastes and smells, the in the air
Take away these, and I even be here

The problems seeing
Are not in these
The music, the
It all the same

Are you hip to the
Are you hip to the

Our are in line
With the One who
The over Nashville
And the ones over

Bring it to them on the dos techniques and the cone
I the tone in the monitor zone
Play me a song right now that never forget
And feel the kick inflect fiberglass drumsets
It makes it easy once you hear the speakin' from the
what you will, complements of the db's
Who's your band?
Find friend, make a dub
Bought the ticket when rolled through at the local club
We say if they ain't excited
Watch the words they write if not shrubs have been ignited
Whatever we speak, we need to true to that
God's response can be shocking like a thousand
Sometimes I like I'm running out of time
And if I look through the eyes of the world, then I'd be
When I feel like I'm yelling, sometimes it's like a
Then write songs that prolong the life of the listener
But I can't depend on me, 'cause I can't do nothing
So why in the does the Devil keep fronting
Tryin' to take ain't his, like it's something he created
And if you he did, then my friend, you've been bamboozled
When I speak from abundance, the are like power
and break the back of the ones who devour
Live musicians don't die, just decompose
If you chose to go with the One you know who