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Oé!(1.2.3.4.5.1.2.3.4.5) Its for the live shows, its for the beats and Its for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so Its for the energy which builds exponentially Its for my friends, who keep on reinventing me Its for the live shows, its for the beats and Its for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so Its for the energy which builds exponentially Its for my friends, who keep on reinventing me On my fifth day, my day off a month early, The early work is the big bite by little birdie The early bird is chased and caught by the cat Watch your back little bird, Because I'm up from my nap Yes, I got a cable TV, and I got a cable mic Its only got (1) channel, but the reception is tight I'm flying by the seat of my pants, So at the end of the night, your records come alive And beg for the daylight. (5) miles away my brothers in his room Playing games like star craft Burning other people to flames And likewise, right here, right now The show of aggression (5) fingers, (1) My next lesson, the session gets deeper Follow me through, I brought my pen and pad And just a little inspiration, to guide you with, You can just listen and learn Itchin the burn, vision for the rhythm Were given them to return Sayin: [Chorus] Its for the live shows, its for the beats and Its for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so Its for the energy which builds exponentially Its for my friends, who keep on reinventing me Its for the live shows, its for the beats and Its for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so Its for the energy which builds exponentially Its for my friends, who keep on reinventing me 1... 2... 3... 4... 5 1... 2... 3.4... 5 Wake up, its early morning, get dressed, Turn on my radio, another beautiful day, In my neighbourhood, Since the mornings when I'm mostly inspired, Though I'm still a bit tired, I write, Because I'm feeling like the flavours good Saturday was yesterday, last week And nothings open now except for coffee shops, Which really aint my style I smile as I writing, this world is still asleep Its just me and the sun, And we're conversin for a while Now its (5) 50 (5), in the early on The shadow, on my lawn become the midget welder Sun moves along A little bit more hustle as I nod to my neighbours They have no idea, they gon be in this song They're cool, still the dopest person out there My mother, she accepts me for my rapping As if rapping was my lover, And she, she accepts me for my rappin of course Because Bart needs inspiration, needs a source Don't blink at (5) D M on this day I'm driving by and drivin away, tryin to say That my throat hurts, I'm all talk And really no work and Everybodys at the writing callin feelings adjourn So what doesn't make you wince now Can only make you better We'd all be better swimmers if the world was really wetter The moral of the story is to remain untold It never really ends It just twists and unfolds Sayin: [Chorus] Its for the live shows, its for the beats and Its for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so Its for the energy which builds exponentially Its for my friends, who keep on reinventing me (X 4)