Cj Trillo - Give You More Remix lyrics

rate me

Now music, music, take me far away from here

Take a young man, take him out the gate from here

Now what is music's recipe?

I’m guessing it’s the rest of me I’m getting off my chest:

See, I ain’t a black dude but I got many to rap

Never been a trap dude but my weight ready to pack

Cake ready to batter the latter of notes we sung

Finer with a minor than major of things to come

Now see, I’m tryna find a balance in music and things of life

But habits still break balance and use it to flee the light

I’m usually eating right, and new to me is the bright

I’m typically getting drunk and finishing with a blunt, right?

I see the end is coming, never been fluent in jumping

So I strap my rocket, check my pockets and tell earth it’s nothing

I’ll make my world of something, thank Bach for symphonies

Then tell my music I’ll come to it with lyrics like these, please

Now if my mind ain’t kushing then my pen ain’t gushing

If my rhymes stayed fat it's typically for the pushing

Only space, time can rewind my actions

Regretting is a weapon the devil is packing

So I keep on shooting, pray my feet are moving

And fuck falling in line, I’m tryna be the movement

If I speak one moment, I can hear this music breathing

Inhale what I’m believing and to hell with reasons, I’m singing

Hey oh, hey, hey, hey oh, oh

Wish I could’ve given you more than my first name

Hey oh, hey, hey, hey oh, oh

They say it's best not to bet if your wager's the same, I’m saying

I see beginnings opening, last lap potential folding

So I straighten my tie, push hate aside and grab this mic I’m holding

I guess it's life I’m molding, music will give two doors

But I board that train, get back on track to give this music more, sure

I know it’s been a while since we've spoken a lot

And I ain’t had the same smile, I ain’t joking a lot

But still, I’m using letters with a rhetoric end

Whether or not doing better and my medicine's friends

Now I done see a lot signs, I know you’re busy and cool

But if you ever have the time please, visit me, too

I know you’re planning a lot, and richer than diamond head

But I ain’t planning to stop these voices inside my head

I say the truth will only show what you’re allowed to see

I see your spirit shining, never had the best of timing

But if I rock this mic this clock might like my gift of honest rhyming

So count me on it, I’m in, I’ll work this weather on

I swear this music is the sweetest thing I’ve ever known, it's a better home