Music
Juuso Kylvö
[Verse 1]
Music is what gets me through the night, through the shower, through the store
I don't care to breathe if it's not into a mic, with all my power I still collapse to the floor
Hit my head and it's back to bed, nothing said can make me better
You don't make a difference, you don't make a difference
[Hook]
This my style, you in or you out, I'll crack a smile
This my style, you in or you out, I'll crack a smile
This my style, you in or you out, I'll crack a smile
This my style, you in or you out, I'll crack a smile
[Verse 2]
It's all about the music, partly because there's nothing else to do, shit
It's therapeutic, but I'm just too sick, beyond repair
Pick a day and I'll make time for you, hurry 'cause there's not many left, not many left