I can't explain what happens to your mind
when go into this music, think about your life
and what you do is stupid till you turn it up
and you feel soothed and boosted,
thinking about the mixer, the room accoustics
you wanna show the love so what you do to prove it
its make your music, blow the hinges of the door
and the f*** ing roof will lose it
now you recordin, just remember it started with boredom
rocking instrumentals with the pedal to the metal you floor,
yeahuh! cmon now now you're soaring.
you got what it takes, so off with the breaks
hit the bar up start rocking the place
getting with the women you been feelin
when they entered the bar rush up just to talk to your face
you gotta slow down. you on roll now
now you got fans who want you in bed so just hold out
make a record here and there, its been a year right now
and now you bigger and the same chicks was like
what the f*** we was there
you traveled the world, went great places
you standed with girls, met great faces
making music and you making money
started with a passion aint it funny
you rapped with the best you known around now
you now went up now going down now
you fall in a slump, girl calls you all drunk
hauled your ass off you off to the dump
you back in your room it was a must to be
thinking about your life and the lust you see
put it all out there you trusted me
wake your ass up cause it was just a dream
