Rail de Musique

Every morning I take a dose of music
And a cup too then I put on a score and I button up in a hurry too
I rush or I'll be late
I finish and head downstairs
I jump in my bass-infused ride and I roll at a speed of 100,000 watts
I flee, I arrive, I work and I mix phone calls, I write, compose and answer my emails... then I feed on the sound in my drum machine it's break time, the noon break it's music time

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Yeah it's
My cig, my weed, my dose, my weed, my coke, my speed, my crack, my music

Every afternoon, I take another cup right away I pretend to send emails and emails and emails
So that time passes quickly but it slows down, my metronome tells me
But is it my head thinking it or screaming that it's in a hurry to be... but this time... pedal to the metal in vain it's the traffic jams that set the tempo to the rhythm of honks and in the background a song that recalls the silence a sun in decrescendo in crescendo tomorrow
I hope I wake up early so I get my dose that I inject a mic that I get hooked on and that I die
Because I'll wake up early and inject my dose, of mic, of over-prose until it becomes my dreams...becomes my dreams...becomes my dreams

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(thanks to tgb for these lyrics)