5ves

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 Its for the live shows, its for the beats and
 Its for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so
 Its for the energy which builds exponentially
 Its for my friends, who keep on reinventing me
 Its for the live shows, its for the beats and
 Its for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so
 Its for the energy which builds exponentially
 Its for my friends, who keep on reinventing me
 On my fifth day, my day off a month early,
 the early work is the big bite by little birdie
 the early bird is chased and caught by the cat
 watch your back little bird,
 because I'm up from my nap
 yes, I got a cable TV, and I got a cable mic
 its only got (1) channel, but the reception is tight
 I'm flying by the seat of my pants,
 so at the end of the night, your records come alive
 and beg for the daylight.
 (5) miles away my brothers in his room
 playing games like star craft
 burning other people to flames
 and likewise, right here, right now
 the show of aggression (5) fingers,
 (1) My next lesson, the session gets deeper
 follow me through, I brought my pen and pad
 and just a little inspiration, to guide you with,
 you can just listen and learn
 itchin the burn, vision for the rhythm
 were given them to return
 sayin:
 [Chorus]
 Its for the live shows, its for the beats and
 Its for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so
 Its for the energy which builds exponentially
 Its for my friends, who keep on reinventing me
 Its for the live shows, its for the beats and
 Its for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so
 Its for the energy which builds exponentially
 Its for my friends, who keep on reinventing me
 1... 2... 3... 4... 5
 1... 2... 3.4... 5
 Wake up, its early morning, get dressed,
 turn on my radio, another beautiful day,
 in my neighbourhood,
 since the mornings when I'm mostly inspired,
 though I'm still a bit tired, I write,
 because I'm feeling like the flavours good
 Saturday was yesterday, last week
 and nothings open now except for coffee shops,
 which really aint my style
 I smile as I writing, this world is still asleep
 its just me and the sun,
 and we're conversin for a while
 now its (5) 50 (5), in the early on
 the shadow, on my lawn become the midget welder
 sun moves along
 a little bit more hustle as I nod to my neighbours
 they have no idea, they gon be in this song
 they're cool, still the dopest person out there
 my mother, she accepts me for my rapping
 as if rapping was my lover,
 and she, she accepts me for my rappin of course
 because Bart needs inspiration, needs a source
 don't blink at (5) D M on this day
 I'm driving by and drivin away, tryin to say
 that my throat hurts, I'm all talk
 and really no work and
 everybodys at the writing callin feelings adjourn
 so what doesn't make you wince now
 can only make you better
 we'd all be better swimmers if the world was really wetter
 the moral of the story is to remain untold
 it never really ends
 it just twists and unfolds
 sayin:
 [Chorus]
 Its for the live shows, its for the beats and
 Its for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so
 Its for the energy which builds exponentially
 Its for my friends, who keep on reinventing me
 (x 4)