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Listenin to strange fruit, Jay root and beirut
Tryin to listen to Jesus its hard as fake boobs
At times i stay tuned hear the bread break
And grape juice and grey goose gossiple
Prelude let it play through
I'm listenin to Mr J Medeiros and Nicolay
While I'm hearing drips of rain
Hit against the window pane
Hits on tape, hit parade 1968
When it plays i hear the bullets penetrate
MLK, soul levitate
When the plane starts to escalate
Top gun, take my breath away
Its time to press and play
Drop the needle then step away
Hear whats said off the record
Before theres nothin left to say
In my room listenin to sermon Gershwin,
Earth wind, and fire
Listenin to persons i admire
Searchin for higher learnin like ice cube
On i-tunes, listenin to grown men
Rappin like it's highschool
Listenin to friends talk, hearin my pen stop
Used to write first, now i try to listen then jot
Listenin to pop like reddenbachs
City to the boondocks
Can't you hear the games like a jukebox?
Cause you gotta pay to play
And theres no lay-away
Hearin from folks caught in real snares, no 808
Real talk, my vocals go and slay the tape
I say it straight and never twice
No fake delay
Listen with the volume down, push the sound back
If every lifes a movie all our soundtracks
Sound like sound clash
All our sounds bleeding in
To each other no sound reasonin
Stop, breathe again, listen
Music is a great way to heal
And a safe place to feel
Trapped in this fake world
A gateway to real
It's a great way to heal
And a safe place to feel
Trapped in this fake world
A gateway to real
Listenin to sounds in a space thats vacant
Profound and deep, underground as basements
And quiet as kept but i found it sacred
A sage said silence is the sound of patience
Listen
Tryin to listen to Jesus its hard as fake boobs
At times i stay tuned hear the bread break
And grape juice and grey goose gossiple
Prelude let it play through
I'm listenin to Mr J Medeiros and Nicolay
While I'm hearing drips of rain
Hit against the window pane
Hits on tape, hit parade 1968
When it plays i hear the bullets penetrate
MLK, soul levitate
When the plane starts to escalate
Top gun, take my breath away
Its time to press and play
Drop the needle then step away
Hear whats said off the record
Before theres nothin left to say
In my room listenin to sermon Gershwin,
Earth wind, and fire
Listenin to persons i admire
Searchin for higher learnin like ice cube
On i-tunes, listenin to grown men
Rappin like it's highschool
Listenin to friends talk, hearin my pen stop
Used to write first, now i try to listen then jot
Listenin to pop like reddenbachs
City to the boondocks
Can't you hear the games like a jukebox?
Cause you gotta pay to play
And theres no lay-away
Hearin from folks caught in real snares, no 808
Real talk, my vocals go and slay the tape
I say it straight and never twice
No fake delay
Listen with the volume down, push the sound back
If every lifes a movie all our soundtracks
Sound like sound clash
All our sounds bleeding in
To each other no sound reasonin
Stop, breathe again, listen
Music is a great way to heal
And a safe place to feel
Trapped in this fake world
A gateway to real
It's a great way to heal
And a safe place to feel
Trapped in this fake world
A gateway to real
Listenin to sounds in a space thats vacant
Profound and deep, underground as basements
And quiet as kept but i found it sacred
A sage said silence is the sound of patience
Listen
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.28] Listenin to strange fruit, Jay root and beirut
[00:09.34] Tryin to listen to Jesus its hard as fake boobs
[00:12.19] At times i stay tuned hear the bread break
[00:14.32] And grape juice and grey goose gossiple
[00:16.74] Prelude let it play through
[00:18.48] I'm listenin to Mr J Medeiros and Nicolay
[00:21.15] While I'm hearing drips of rain
[00:22.93] Hit against the window pane
[00:24.13] Hits on tape, hit parade 1968
[00:26.88] When it plays i hear the bullets penetrate
[00:29.05] MLK, soul levitate
[00:31.15] When the plane starts to escalate
[00:33.28] Top gun, take my breath away
[00:35.12] Its time to press and play
[00:36.62] Drop the needle then step away
[00:38.41] Hear whats said off the record
[00:40.74] Before theres nothin left to say
[00:59.16] In my room listenin to sermon Gershwin,
[01:01.92] Earth wind, and fire
[01:03.52] Listenin to persons i admire
[01:05.54] Searchin for higher learnin like ice cube
[01:07.71] On i-tunes, listenin to grown men
[01:09.87] Rappin like it's highschool
[01:11.42] Listenin to friends talk, hearin my pen stop
[01:14.33] Used to write first, now i try to listen then jot
[01:17.53] Listenin to pop like reddenbachs
[01:19.68] City to the boondocks
[01:21.46] Can't you hear the games like a jukebox?
[01:22.99] Cause you gotta pay to play
[01:24.94] And theres no lay-away
[01:26.39] Hearin from folks caught in real snares, no 808
[01:29.17] Real talk, my vocals go and slay the tape
[01:32.68] I say it straight and never twice
[01:33.98] No fake delay
[01:35.50] Listen with the volume down, push the sound back
[01:38.03] If every lifes a movie all our soundtracks
[01:40.57] Sound like sound clash
[01:42.26] All our sounds bleeding in
[01:43.66] To each other no sound reasonin
[01:45.71] Stop, breathe again, listen
[02:04.34] Music is a great way to heal
[02:06.02] And a safe place to feel
[02:07.97] Trapped in this fake world
[02:09.62] A gateway to real
[02:10.65] It's a great way to heal
[02:11.58] And a safe place to feel
[02:13.73] Trapped in this fake world
[02:15.50] A gateway to real
[02:16.55] Listenin to sounds in a space thats vacant
[02:19.36] Profound and deep, underground as basements
[02:22.41] And quiet as kept but i found it sacred
[02:25.48] A sage said silence is the sound of patience
[02:28.87] Listen
[02:37.09]
[00:09.34] Tryin to listen to Jesus its hard as fake boobs
[00:12.19] At times i stay tuned hear the bread break
[00:14.32] And grape juice and grey goose gossiple
[00:16.74] Prelude let it play through
[00:18.48] I'm listenin to Mr J Medeiros and Nicolay
[00:21.15] While I'm hearing drips of rain
[00:22.93] Hit against the window pane
[00:24.13] Hits on tape, hit parade 1968
[00:26.88] When it plays i hear the bullets penetrate
[00:29.05] MLK, soul levitate
[00:31.15] When the plane starts to escalate
[00:33.28] Top gun, take my breath away
[00:35.12] Its time to press and play
[00:36.62] Drop the needle then step away
[00:38.41] Hear whats said off the record
[00:40.74] Before theres nothin left to say
[00:59.16] In my room listenin to sermon Gershwin,
[01:01.92] Earth wind, and fire
[01:03.52] Listenin to persons i admire
[01:05.54] Searchin for higher learnin like ice cube
[01:07.71] On i-tunes, listenin to grown men
[01:09.87] Rappin like it's highschool
[01:11.42] Listenin to friends talk, hearin my pen stop
[01:14.33] Used to write first, now i try to listen then jot
[01:17.53] Listenin to pop like reddenbachs
[01:19.68] City to the boondocks
[01:21.46] Can't you hear the games like a jukebox?
[01:22.99] Cause you gotta pay to play
[01:24.94] And theres no lay-away
[01:26.39] Hearin from folks caught in real snares, no 808
[01:29.17] Real talk, my vocals go and slay the tape
[01:32.68] I say it straight and never twice
[01:33.98] No fake delay
[01:35.50] Listen with the volume down, push the sound back
[01:38.03] If every lifes a movie all our soundtracks
[01:40.57] Sound like sound clash
[01:42.26] All our sounds bleeding in
[01:43.66] To each other no sound reasonin
[01:45.71] Stop, breathe again, listen
[02:04.34] Music is a great way to heal
[02:06.02] And a safe place to feel
[02:07.97] Trapped in this fake world
[02:09.62] A gateway to real
[02:10.65] It's a great way to heal
[02:11.58] And a safe place to feel
[02:13.73] Trapped in this fake world
[02:15.50] A gateway to real
[02:16.55] Listenin to sounds in a space thats vacant
[02:19.36] Profound and deep, underground as basements
[02:22.41] And quiet as kept but i found it sacred
[02:25.48] A sage said silence is the sound of patience
[02:28.87] Listen
[02:37.09]