MuSic Yõu Cãn Mâkê Memôriës TÓ

When you listen to music what do you expect to hear Is it wonderful chimes that just ring your ear And bring out emotions you thought you could not find As music is a memory A single capture of time So when you play those songs And all the memories flood back And that's an artists dream To have someone do that Play their songs and remember a moment or a feeling Or just listen to them on your own As you believe they give off healing But That's not important now What's important is the music Which ever way you use or abuse it So sit back and enjoy the music you can make memories to Let's go Bringing Bringing Bringing it back to the club Bringing Bringing Bringing it back to the club Bringing Bringing Bringing it back to the club Bringing Bringing Bringing it back to the club When you in the club no time to think All there is is just time drink Liquor money bitches pills I don't care I just live for the thrills What will your poison be What will it be what will it be Picking my poison where do we start My liver tearing apart But I can't stop Sipping on this sweet juice Giving my confidence such a boost As the crowd move me around I start stumbling My drink in my hand I start fumbling And I don't know what to do I might just lose the groove But then the DJ put the right beat on Whole room shaking The base was on Yeah Liquor and music good combo At the club or at the condo I'm at the point where I can't see But the music vibe with me These small moments Best in life But I won't remember the night I'm a victim to this system Music playing I must listen Everybody in the room got a cup And everybody in the room fill it up And maybe someone will differ Roll up a blunt and switch from the liquor With a new substance in my system I get scared but I just listen And just vibe with the Beat But I don't think this one for me But then the DJ put the right beat on Whole room shaking The base was on All of the stress of life Hit me every night Deep in like a knife Definitely not achieving what I was dreaming to be like But I'm myself, and I can not change that so I guess I'm right Hoping, I'm making my father proud With the words that I write Daily jumping over hurdles Barely keeping up a fight Am I right or am I just losing sight Or am I just losing sight But then the DJ put the right beat on Whole room shaking The base was on But then the DJ put the right beat on Music, you can make memories to