I'll pour some drinks and then we'll play some C D's I'll take your hand yeah and pull you up close to me Now tell me can you hear the voice of love
Yeah, yeah, okay I know you all hearing that beautiful voice, right? One more time mama, one more time mama You see I rub cash money just to see a seal
time For you to call up my line You stay on my mind, girl You stay on my mind, lady Nothing really matters when we sit and chatter Your voice is just like magic
, half the time I'm not It ain't nothin' new though learned it from off the block People think I changed much 'cuz I'm livin' good Now they get my voice
these spirit voices rule the night Some stories are magical, meant to be sung Songs from the mouth of the river when the world was young And all of these spirit voices
were the conditions that I left behind Why did I let it go to waste? I had it all So where are all the fireworks I thought I'd see? I still haven't found the magic
Magic mirror come and search my heart Can you tell me what you see? There's a thousand voices whispering Songs and you're the melody So I imagine my
like to make a call, Please hang up and try again If you need help, Hang up and then dial your operator If you'd like to make a call Please hang up and
were an echo in my mind The point where every winding road unwinds You wrote the code I thought was true then broke it unbeknownst to me or you And in between your magic
some of it, but all of it I saw a man turn into a bird I saw a bird turn into a tiger I saw a man hang from a cliff by the tips of his toes In the jungles
There's a hole in our logic There's a hole in the sky And one day just like magic We're all going to die 'Cause we didn't turn the lights off And we didn
we would Because we are here for your dancing pleasure With our microphones 'cause that's what we treasure Now, the man, you see, who has hands of magic
see Birds in the trees in pastures green Nothing to do with the time or the place I perceive The rush of the sea beneath my feet Such a lovely world oh so magical
.! Californ-I-A!" (repeat 4X) It all started on a Saturday night, I was at the Tilt Faded off a eightball, when I got the phone call I recognized the voice
pump cause I'm out of the hood that's a stereotype like everyone that's black can jump I where a white mink, the fabric is done got rings that bling like Mike, Byrd, Magic
, suddenly striped His hair blondish and poetic, he is less than vinyl perfect His foot is a precise anchor for the husk and vibrance of his voice He
Our voices turn to whispers Blending with rhythms of the night The nightingales sing a love song Glancing down at us in their flight The moisture brings forth magic
fortune Is the fortunate part Is there a guarantee To where we'll be As time pass on One of us passive progressive The other mad calm Combine a hundred rhymes Swollen Members Black Magic