The Sound

Yes i walk with a definite lilt
Bass line come to bring enough pressure to tilt
Always sitting in the groove, in the pocket like bills
I’ll be six feet under one day, i’m stepping until
And until then i’m chasing and i’m catching a thrill
They’ll be telling you the way that he kept it was real
Swept it, looking at the scorecard, it's seven to nil
Waiting for that bank account to hit eleventy mil

The sound pulled me up and it was all i could be
The muse lit my sky up and she tore up the seams
The girl came from heaven and she took all my dreams
The sound pulled me up and it was all i could be

Now i dream about
Living in only rhythm
Lonely position
Don’t even phone up to listen
Music a prison
Nothing but echoing prisms
Nothing but sonics to give them
24/7 on chops
The space between chords
The place where i meet my creator
I live with these thoughts
Can’t live with these thoughts
I’m hurtling out into danger