Sene - Music Man lyrics

Well at night when you're walking Ain't got nobody to talk with I can be your ear Just call me I'll be here And on the train when you're sleeping I can be the one you dream with Tell me anything Tell me everything Along with all your imperfections Your mama and your papa combine for one reflection With one intention: make love Every day I wake up reflecting on my path and intersections And all the interventions, times I didn't intervene Flowers on the grave with a name that used to cheer for Sene Soul food, frica**ee, whole truth, lot of grimy people shop at whole foods Doesn't make you better 'cause you eating fresh and more fruit Some are made to hustle, I was put here to record tunes More importantly to make 'em feel it like a sore tooth So this is gourmet Still it's for you (chorus) Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up, cheer up I just want to make you smile I just want to make you smile And I know 'em, Mr. Perfect [?] Just a mister that's submerged in selling dreams to peoples' hurting self-esteems All the while being sene No less, bright brochures, broke folk's forts No beds, no dread, can't judge, no rest, no sun Can't shine if you crying instead So good luck Be cautious, semi-automatics keep coughing Not everybody lives but everybody needs a coffin I live my life spontaneously with some awkward pauses And I plan to do so happily than die from natural causes And I don't wanna see nobody sobbing at my grave Stake your claim, play my music and applaud it (chorus)