Funnin'
I know who I am & what suits me
Don't need Timbs or Jordans baby I'm more "Will he? Nill he?"
Don't wanna be a poet, nah-uh; ah, the irony
I just wanna channel music thru me
The truth is in the passion of the kiss not what you call it
The words they don't even hafta rhyme if you can identify with that line
I've never not loved music, that's why a six-string bloodied my young hands
I'd die if I couldn't play it, that why I'm in 3 bands
So this feignin' and jivin', I just can't understand
Cuz u could live without it, but I can't
The truth is in the passion of the kiss not what you call it
The words they don't even hafta rhyme if you can identify with that line
I know who I am & what suits me
Don't need Timbs or Jordans baby I'm more "Will he? Nill he?"
Don't wanna be a poet, nah-uh; ah, the irony
I just wanna channel music thru me
The truth is in the passion of the kiss not what you call it
The words they don't even hafta rhyme if you can identify with that line
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Funnin'
I know who I am & what suits me
Don't need Timbs or Jordans baby I'm more "Will he? Nill he?"
Don't wanna be a poet, nah-uh; ah, the irony
I just wanna channel music thru me
The truth is in the passion of the kiss not what you call it
The words they don't even hafta rhyme if you can identify with that line
I've never not loved music, that's why a six-string bloodied my young hands
I'd die if I couldn't play it, that why I'm in 3 bands
So this feignin' and jivin', I just can't understand
Cuz u could live without it, but I can't
The truth is in the passion of the kiss not what you call it
The words they don't even hafta rhyme if you can identify with that line
I know who I am & what suits me
Don't need Timbs or Jordans baby I'm more "Will he? Nill he?"
Don't wanna be a poet, nah-uh; ah, the irony
I just wanna channel music thru me
The truth is in the passion of the kiss not what you call it
The words they don't even hafta rhyme if you can identify with that line
I know who I am & what suits me
Don't need Timbs or Jordans baby I'm more "Will he? Nill he?"
Don't wanna be a poet, nah-uh; ah, the irony
I just wanna channel music thru me
The truth is in the passion of the kiss not what you call it
The words they don't even hafta rhyme if you can identify with that line
I've never not loved music, that's why a six-string bloodied my young hands
I'd die if I couldn't play it, that why I'm in 3 bands
So this feignin' and jivin', I just can't understand
Cuz u could live without it, but I can't
The truth is in the passion of the kiss not what you call it
The words they don't even hafta rhyme if you can identify with that line
I know who I am & what suits me
Don't need Timbs or Jordans baby I'm more "Will he? Nill he?"
Don't wanna be a poet, nah-uh; ah, the irony
I just wanna channel music thru me
The truth is in the passion of the kiss not what you call it
The words they don't even hafta rhyme if you can identify with that line
Writer: Bob Stevens
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