Murs - 18/w A Bullet (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] See my life is like a song, I just don't know the words So as I try to hum along people say that I'm disturbed Stare and call me a loon, say I'm singin' out of tune But my musics' got direction so I know what I'm doin' Don't know where I'm goin' but I got to keep movin' Even if my next step is obscure by the present Gotta find the next rung on the stairway to heaven Walking as an MC, or do I dare say a reverend? Spreading' love through this music is the gospel of a legend All I ask is the open ear and mind of my regimen For the purpose of the session is to make the troubles fade away Lay back and relax and let this music make your day It takes about as much effort, as it did to make this place So go ahead and close your eyes, let your mind fade your craters Keep the rhythm to your dreams so you can't run away There's a song in every heart so please believe me when I say [Chorus] Everywhere you go you hear, music You feel it in your soul once you, do it So if you want to roll you can, do it Just open up your heart, listen through it Everywhere you go [Verse 2] See my life is like a song and I think I know the words And as I start to sing along the whole verse becomes a blur So I freestyle improv, make mistakes and evolve The obstacles repeat 'cause naturally it revolves It takes one skip to trip and wreck your whole room The metronome is swingin' right in tune with your mood So keep a positive mind try to keep it up tempo 93 bpm's just seems real simple It takes a real pro to know how to move this crowd For the party up one's, the hardest to keep aroused Sometimes life will hit you just to try to get you down So heres some j**els from my crate that'll make it turn around You gotta learn your sound and love your voice Go with what you feel, don't regret your choice Just make your next move dig deep and blend with it Destiny's a 12' inch and it's all how you spend it [Chorus] [Verse 3] See my life is like a song and I do know the words They've been written on my palms I just can't read the curves 'Cause the language has been forgotten so I'm plottin' my own course I get a mic for every digit if reviewed in the source 'Cause my song is a cla**ic and there's not one like it I just need an engineer that could run around and mic it Or maybe get a ghostwriter, what most call a psychic But it wouldn't be my song if I let them recite it Plus god's an ANR and he's givin' out bills To all us up and coming artists who show true sk** Executive producin' is what we want to loosen And every artist gets his fifteen minutes to be a nuisance And then they're played out I'm hoping for a fade out So I could say what I have to say on my way out And they say every great hit song is three minutes So try to make it count so when you bounce it's still spinnin' [Chorus: Fades into Spoken] [Spoken] Yo we gotta keep movin' on cause I'm seein' people and they're not ready to roll Damn, you gotta celebrate, you gotta understand, you gotta be a part of, music, music, music. Yo and you just remember this, this is a legendary moment brought to you by MURS