Long day, huh?
Let me tell you how it works:
Nothing worse than being lost in day to day life.
I've done it way too long and even if I'm wrong
I think it's time for me to let go (huh)
Don't need pills to get high,
Gimme da beat, gimme da riff,
And I'll be alright.
Enough of the « left right left right left right left »
Time to follow my own foot steps.

So whenever I wake up in the morning
'nd feel as good as shit
I know there's nothing that a really good track can't fix
Now I wanna give back, so sit back
And listen to this A-track
And maybe I wasn't born with a mic I the hand
Nor with my words in suspend
I know I'll do it and nail it in the end
Cause I might not bark but I sure can bite noow
You're gonna hear a lot from me
(Aha!)

So yeah I'm just a rookie
And yeah I'm just a newbie
Used to have my nose in books
Now I spit my flow on hooks
I might sta-ta-ta-ta-mer-mer every now and then
But when I get onto the stage I wanna go insane


I'm high on music, high on music
Time to release the beast, I'm high on music
I'm high on music, high on music
So come on drop the beat
I'm high on music


Music is a drug , I need a mug to drink it
Hugs and kisses are not for me.
At the first meeting only you me and the ghetto blaster hurry up Bastard !
Smash your face with words
Huge is my action, melody is here only to release the tension.
High on music, covered by the sound
clap it clap it now we just have to make it grow.
It's to much hassle, to give goods vibes everybody is in a castle
without scream or phenomenal cry
so listen to this sound move yours asses
Don't be shy about making choices
I'm High on music, are you high on music ?

The little voice in my head
Her name is Lucy
Whispering things to me
Things she won't be here to see
She's lovable, merciful, never gets into trouble,
reasonable, and most of all responsible.
But Lucy's not always around
Nor able to keep my feet at all time on the ground
So enough of the talk talk
Now I need to walk walk
Walk up all the way, just to see a different way.
But my thoughts are messy like my hair is,
Can't get them straight, they always frizz
And my mind runs so fast I can never catch it
and it won't slow down dunno what it's chasing
So I find myself hoping that the pen could follow it,
that I won't run out of ink before I get the chance to spill it on the page
and share my states with all the music junkies out there