CYNE - Your Voice lyrics
[CYNE - Your Voice lyrics]
Proud like a panther
A jaguar stars at anthem
This wilderness of bliss contradicts
My mind's answer lose it
Why in the hell do you think you knew this?
I rule this circumference portions
Written in blueprints
Demanding a Frank Lloyd
Wright designing Guggenheim
Spyler taking it higher are
Architects my lines
Ever so symbolize no never I'm synthesized
Sympathize with those who know how
To measure the time
Need to harmony, yes the sound follows me
The voice is a reason I need
I hear you calling me
Never falsetto my lines revise ghettos
Remember the tenet eyes of iTunes
Down the treble echo
Just a blacksmith I raps heavy metal
And pound my Emmy bass the
Taste of lower levels (hello)
So what you need oh yes the
Least of these my brethren
Look at Doughboy's endevilment
Like rock stars riding in the
Back of the cop cars
A voice is a choice that I
Made but isn't that bizarre
Yes I hearing it the terms of endearment
Just sign the dotted lines in the fine print
I smeared it
Wise words I heard turn to lyrics
An undiluted truth recoup
Without the interference
The appearance is now, the king and the crown
Hid the truth the sound, booming
Voice in the clouds, we gets
What the hell was that?
A jaguar stars at anthem
This wilderness of bliss contradicts
My mind's answer lose it
Why in the hell do you think you knew this?
I rule this circumference portions
Written in blueprints
Demanding a Frank Lloyd
Wright designing Guggenheim
Spyler taking it higher are
Architects my lines
Ever so symbolize no never I'm synthesized
Sympathize with those who know how
To measure the time
Need to harmony, yes the sound follows me
The voice is a reason I need
I hear you calling me
Never falsetto my lines revise ghettos
Remember the tenet eyes of iTunes
Down the treble echo
Just a blacksmith I raps heavy metal
And pound my Emmy bass the
Taste of lower levels (hello)
So what you need oh yes the
Least of these my brethren
Look at Doughboy's endevilment
Like rock stars riding in the
Back of the cop cars
A voice is a choice that I
Made but isn't that bizarre
Yes I hearing it the terms of endearment
Just sign the dotted lines in the fine print
I smeared it
Wise words I heard turn to lyrics
An undiluted truth recoup
Without the interference
The appearance is now, the king and the crown
Hid the truth the sound, booming
Voice in the clouds, we gets
What the hell was that?