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Now Lyrics - Artist : Eyedea
We're here to
Bring the people and the music and the movement all together now We see through Repetitive etiquette and the highly unoriginal We're here to Bring the people and the music and the movement all together now They will lose Check it out now This is a necessary change from the grim simple and plain Gotta exercise that brain to break the chain pain is a part of gain No need to explain We innovate to generate an intricately interwoven tapestry Of musical and ethical epiphanies The industry is minimal I'm on an awesome lesson with an angle That can take it all the way to where the sun is Like a runner loving running Sun I'll turn it through a simple simile Simple sentiment adrenaline is coming back I'm in the innercity, where they die to be a superstar I'd rather be a galaxy But how you see is so dependent on the medicine the rhetoric And how inventive any second of your thinking is I'm sitting at the brink of this World is all asleep and I have no apologies I breathe Keep my sight on what we ride on Let bygones be bygones The migraines don't sidetrack My final destination nothing rivals predetermination To exterminate the germination Of a nation that accepts anything that's thrown in its fat face 'Cause when there's nothing left There's no more point to the rat race We don't waste a minute of the day Hope you can figure what I'm saying Finna send it all way to another stage A creative alternative rated and greater The crazy maniac, melodies gettin all up in your face, wait Success ain't only based on self esteem It takes a sense to differentiate between What's yours and someone else's dreams I felt the screams climbing up my cold spine Saying now's, the time, gotta give it all my energy To get rid of the enemy I said it's so We're here to Bring the people and the music and the movement all together now We see through Repetitive etiquette and the highly unoriginal We're here to Bring the people and the music and the movement all together now They will lose 'Cause music ain't good if it ain't got style Sick of the same old thing Free us and touch what we can't see Twist that knife and watch him bleed Lost inside its way too deep Someone choke me Help me breathe With nothing but space In front of my face I'm no longer running in place |
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