Luv(sic.), Pt. 3 (feat. Shing02)

It's funny how the music putting times in perspective

Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it

Whenever you are feeling blue

Keep walking and we can get far

It's funny how the music putting times in perspective

Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it

Whenever you are feeling blue

Keep walking and we can get far, wherever you are

Like a movie that you can't predict, like a book that you can't resist

Let's sing along a song that's oh, so sensual

Bring along a sip to make it oh, so sexual

Verbally that is, making love to the music means vibing to the beat at night

With the whole city fast asleep

Out cold, truer words seem to rise to the lips take hold

Of a poet in me knows powerfully

Feel free when the world doesn't owe it to me

It's so hard to find the gig that lives up to the billing

Trying to find a reason to work God willing

I admit, my thinking is wishful

Like a star upon a child gazing up to the ceiling

How far do we have to stretch the truth

To fit the lifestyle borrowed and overdue?

We can take it all back to the register

And start all over from the canister

Just break it all down into pieces of bright

Moments that pass by like a meteorite

Throw on your favorite reel that's good to go

I'm the analog player, watch the people go

Sit back with the beats and let the memories flow

Comedy, tragedy, all the highs, the lows

It's funny how the music putting times in perspective

Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it

Whenever you are feeling blue

Keep walking and we can get far, wherever you are

Wherever you are

Whenever you are

Wherever you are

Like your moves that I can't predict, like your look that I can't resist

The tingling feeling was oh, so mutual

The lingering appeal was so unusual

Herbally what is medicine to a lone soul

Can become poison to some

With the whole city fast asleep

Out cold, true visions seem to come to me

I take hold of a prophet in me, most visibly

I see clear when the world doesn't show it to me

It's so hard to make sense in the cycle of billing

Trying to find a reason to quit and make a killing

I admit, mistaking is wishful

Like a star upon a child staring down from the ceiling, how far

Do we have to stretch the picture before pixelating the human texture?

We can take it all back to the register

And start all over from the canister

Then save it all up for an ultimate prize

Homecoming gathering with a big surprise

Throw on your favorite record that's good to go

On the analog table and it's certain to blow

Sitting back with ease and hear the MC flow

High hat, kick drum, all the highs and lows

It's funny how the music putting times in perspective

Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it

Whenever you are feeling blue

Keep walkin' and we can get far

Um, third time's the charm, hopefully

When I chime on your door, you'd still let me in

After all these years

The room that you caved in my heart is exactly the same as you left it

I realize that you have moved on

New styles and cliques like them silent flicks

I'm speechless in this golden occasion

The beautiful expression on the silver creation

This time, I'd like to keep in touch

I'm a little bit wiser, a whole lot tougher

If I suffer through another nightmare tonight

We'll chalk it up as another chapter to write, all right?

Or wrong or somewhere down the middle of the road

I wanna see you again in a scene with the backdrop, a perfect ten

And the music can take us back to the spot right then

From black and white to a sepia tone

To dreams come with a tint or in monochrome

From black and white to my skin tone

Some dreams have a stint on the microphone

It's funny how the music putting times in perspective

Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it

Whenever you are feeling blue

Keep walkin' and we can get far, wherever you are

Wherever you are

Wherever you are

Wherever you are

Wherever you are

Okay, we can take it all back to the register

Then start all over from the canister

Just break it all down into pieces of bright

Moments to pass by like a meteorite

Throw on your favorite jacket and you're good to roll

On the analog trail and you look the role

Just stroll to the trees and let your miseries go

Sunshine, hurricane on the highs and lows

On the highs and lows

The highs and lows

We can take it all back to the register

And start all over from the canister

Just break it all down into pieces of bright

Moments that pass by like a meteorite