Malcolm London - Music Mi Vida lyrics

[Verse 1: Donnie Trumpet] I don't really write anymore Don't have time for words, I guess So I let notes speak for me I vocally admire the trumpet every time I let my vocal chords vibrate half as beautifully as she could She, can sing Together, we swing Like big bands we flap to our own music Muses would be jealous of our love We sing Colors evaporate from within her We spray paint canvases of crowds Leaving our colorful remains on stage, splattered and cluttered Where she left my heart fluttered and flushed Where I once was cold she left covered in blush Between her solid golden frame We, are breathtaking You, take my breath And make our voice You show me your mind, and I show you mine And together we share our love between the sheets of ledger lines Where we recline into spaces, we sing I push her bu*tons, grip her body gently Our lips vibrate when we touch She's not afraid to get loud but stay sensitive Time slips through cracks in my daily routine like open shoelaces, but Every time we cry together it renews my strength Your braces hold me in heavenly places Where you are a blessing I finally have faith [Hook (in Spanish): Donnie Trumpet] Mi aire, mi cielo, mi fantasia Nadie ame esperanza como ella Mi vida Musica, mi vida Musica, mi vida Musica, mi vida Musica, musica [Verse 2: Malcolm London] See, Spanish ain't my thing But this language speaks to bodies gyrating to the vibrations of my voice like bait I'll string you along on the reel But baby, I got you hooked Baby now you're drowning from the pounding These speakers blasting from the sound of God in between your lips Speak to me Your flow, I swoop you off Coughing up lungs, over your volume When Mary Jane enters the room, don't be jealous I'm here Here, like a pair of ears To listen to you Music, acoustic, losing it Sore losing it Kid growing up these days to put their backs into elbows To throwing hands to hard times You string me along on the reel Keeping me afloat Keeping me wrapped up in coats To shield me from these cold city streets Headphones calling me from reality, casually Casualties, in Chicago, in Chicago, Chi-ca-go It seems to mines, save 'em Save music, save money, save mine