Issue No 113 Give You More Remix Lyrics

Now music, music, take me far away from here
Take a young man, take him out the gate from here
Now what is music's recipe?
I'm guessing it's the rest of me I'm getting off my chest:
See, I ain't a black dude but I got many to rap
Never been a trap dude but my weight ready to pack
Cake ready to batter the latter of notes we sung
Finer with a minor than major of things to come
Now see, I'm tryna find a balance in music and things of life
But habits still break balance and use it to flee the light
I'm usually eating right, and new to me is the bright
I'm typically getting drunk and finishing with a blunt, right?
I see the end is coming, never been fluent in jumping
So I strap my rocket, check my pockets and tell earth it's nothing
I'll make my world of something, thank Bach for symphonies
Then tell my music I'll come to it with lyrics like these, please

Now if my mind ain't kushing then my pen ain't gushing
If my rhymes stayed fat it's typically for the pushing
Only space, time can rewind my actions
Regretting is a weapon the devil is packing
So I keep on shooting, pray my feet are moving
And fuck falling in line, I'm tryna be the movement
If I speak one moment, I can hear this music breathing
Inhale what I'm believing and to hell with reasons, I'm singing
Hey oh, hey, hey, hey oh, oh
Wish I could've given you more than my first name
Hey oh, hey, hey, hey oh, oh
They say it's best not to bet if your wager's the same, I'm saying
I see beginnings opening, last lap potential folding
So I straighten my tie, push hate aside and grab this mic I'm holding
I guess it's life I'm molding, music will give two doors
But I board that train, get back on track to give this music more, sure

I know it's been a while since we've spoken a lot
And I ain't had the same smile, I ain't joking a lot
But still, I'm using letters with a rhetoric end
Whether or not doing better and my medicine's friends
Now I done see a lot signs, I know you're busy and cool
But if you ever have the time please, visit me, too
I know you're planning a lot, and richer than diamond head
But I ain't planning to stop these voices inside my head

I say the truth will only show what you're allowed to see
I see your spirit shining, never had the best of timing
But if I rock this mic this clock might like my gift of honest rhyming
So count me on it, I'm in, I'll work this weather on
I swear this music is the sweetest thing I've ever known, it's a better home