When songs finish by t-lab When songs finish You cant write nothing You wont rhyme nothing Nothing to play What if it happens everyday? I picture a day when songs finised /nothing to be released/ the radios silent /t.v blank/ nothing to play/ one thing i hate to think/about/ touching the slayer, no note coming out/ switchn on your player, no sound coming out/ put pen on paper, nothing you can think about/ i wil go crazy if music dont play/ be it any day, i wan play a song/ what it they finished yo all/ would you cry, or maybe try, to make you die/ what if the law says music is illegal/ would turn illitrate coz I wont tolerate/ (chorus) Does you mind ever jam/ tryna think about a jam/ do you ever run outa words to cram, when you tryna write a song/ i wrote songs all along/ do you run outa stories and topics/ then its bcz you are copying/ do you wish you could study liguistics/ so not to run out of languages/ i been through lyrical passages/ i did this for ages/ never wish you wrote songs like me, coz wished i wud write like 2 Pac/ bt i ended up writing like T-lab/ i started writing about my pain, when my pain finished/ i changed topic and wrote about conscience/ i used to write about science back in school/ i thought bodly signs were way too cool/ i wrote a song about me and my friends in the swimming pool/ 12 years of writing music, God knows it too/ i wrote about religious/ now i scrip about the hustle/ im too vicious/ what cn i do if songs finish? Im too curious/ hit the chorus/ (chorus) If songs finished i would go and live in another planet/ i wud fl ashamed to look at my chanell, the road i too/ the road i took is that of Shell/ the story of my life is what share/ im a mute i cnt talk if music stops/ il be on my grave as soon as the gun pops/ if they dont play music in heaven il turn a ghost that drops/ lines in brains/ appears in you kitchen and eat your steak and chops/ somebody help me i wish to change my life/ i cnt go to school coz i thnk about songs in class/ im busy writing on the back of my book, im careless/ i thougt id write a song called pop some gas/ make guess, when i say cheers/ is it for the camera or we pop some glass, we celebrate, hail! writers time is too less/ i write a song about to finish looking at the stars/ When songs finish Il write about the end. STR BRANDING COMPANY.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 19:18:19 +0000