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: I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the
here beside you You never smile at me late at night Laugh out loud when we get it right You can't get loose if there's too much light You never
mouth. Till the smoke clears out and my high burn out Im'a rip this shit till my bone collapse. [Verse 2: Eminem] Music is like magic there's a certain
and my broke in sneakers A home run pitch floating right down the middle The sweet music made when the bow hits the fiddle She's Right on the money She goes
Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there
just like a star... He followed a light and came down to a shed, Where a mother and child were lying there on a bed, A bright light of silver shone round
tire track Cause we run ya down son, but in spite of that Got a joint? Fools give me my lighter back ... I'ma light up the bomb I'ma blaze 'til we set
the magic beat Come join the party, friends are everywhere Ride on the rhythm, music?s in the air Pre-Chorus:... Chorus:... Post-Chorus:... Pre-Chorus:... Mid-Part: There?s music
of a magazine Hey BoBo, tell me what?s your dream Do you wanna be famous, do you wanna be rich What you gonna do when someone queers your pitch Light goes
And make it all light up (Hey, Guru, tell hom' to go to open that Ace right there), Wait until the sun goes down We gon' make this bitch light up Even
And make it all light up (Hey, Guru, tell homegirl to go to open that Ace right there), Wait until the sun goes down We gon' make this bitch light up
: I heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you Well it goes like this
big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun goes down And maybe someday your name will be in lights Saying
is mine for the milking, Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till?f it kills me I swear to god I?fll be the fucking illest in this music There is or there
: (feat. Obie Trice, Bobby Creekwater) [Intro - talking] Shady, Aftermath BTOV There she goes shaking that ass on the floor Bumpin and grindin that