Hy-Definition, Noah King - My Mind lyrics
[Hy-Definition, Noah King - My Mind lyrics]
Describe the performance that you put on
What I do? yeah
Uh, well most of my songs are fast
I mean what do you put into it?
Well whatever I sing
That's what I really mean
What I can sing in a song
I don't sing it if I don't mean it
Yeah, nah it's good, yeah, when we get
People in the building to make music
So we can tell
You exactly, we gon' tell you exactly why we
Make music, yes it does but, yeah, yo, yeah
Something goes through my mind
Through my mind
I grab the pen and transform
Into my grandfather's soul
In the airplane during World War I I
Visions of my mom as a kid start racing
I can see my unborn children's faces
Every desire, everything I wanted
Has all culminated to the magic of the moment
Straight from the heart to the page
The mind is a filter that we do not need
Pure as the nectar that is ever so sweet
Too much for one song
Expressed over several dope beats
Somethin's going through my mind
It might be the search for what I can't find
It might be the hurt that unites mankind
Inherently we're born warm hearted than kind
Something goes through my mind
Through my mind
And that's like that, yeah
Turn up the beat and lemme hit
It like I did it before
Feeling like a dancing machine like
The Jacksons back in 1974
Feeling morbid like I'm ready for war
Crumble pages like the Berlin Wall when
It was ready to fall
What's more the lyrics flow in the cold
Try to decipher all the voices in my head
To get the show on the road
Which is the path that I am willing to go
What story to tell
The worst kings that garner to
War unfortunate to fell
I try to be the voice in
The crowd who's boisterous loud
Underground your choices and loud
To holster your sound
When I am dreaming up a
Portrait of some better days
Chillin to Sam Cook, Marvin Gaye
And Etta James
So when I get the feeling rushing
Through the blood in my veins
And feeling like just voicing a change
Something goes through my mind
Through my mind
Yeah, hell yeah it does, right
Look how natural it is to us as little kids
Growing up taints us, jades us and makes us
Forget where we come from
If money's your best friend
Your death bed will be lonesome
I'm tryna be happy that's the focus
I been hurt but the future ain't hopeless
Something goes through my mind
Through my mind
Uh, Back To The Future when the
Innocent was crowning me young
Now they're invincible like Michael
Jackson's album in 2001
Need the mic just like a flower needs sun
At times I'm feeling caged like Morgan
Freeman in The Power of One
How come they never rapping the truth
It's like confession when I grip the mic it's
Sand in the booth and then poof
Something goes through my mind
Through my mind
What I do? yeah
Uh, well most of my songs are fast
I mean what do you put into it?
Well whatever I sing
That's what I really mean
What I can sing in a song
I don't sing it if I don't mean it
Yeah, nah it's good, yeah, when we get
People in the building to make music
So we can tell
You exactly, we gon' tell you exactly why we
Make music, yes it does but, yeah, yo, yeah
Something goes through my mind
Through my mind
I grab the pen and transform
Into my grandfather's soul
In the airplane during World War I I
Visions of my mom as a kid start racing
I can see my unborn children's faces
Every desire, everything I wanted
Has all culminated to the magic of the moment
Straight from the heart to the page
The mind is a filter that we do not need
Pure as the nectar that is ever so sweet
Too much for one song
Expressed over several dope beats
Somethin's going through my mind
It might be the search for what I can't find
It might be the hurt that unites mankind
Inherently we're born warm hearted than kind
Something goes through my mind
Through my mind
And that's like that, yeah
Turn up the beat and lemme hit
It like I did it before
Feeling like a dancing machine like
The Jacksons back in 1974
Feeling morbid like I'm ready for war
Crumble pages like the Berlin Wall when
It was ready to fall
What's more the lyrics flow in the cold
Try to decipher all the voices in my head
To get the show on the road
Which is the path that I am willing to go
What story to tell
The worst kings that garner to
War unfortunate to fell
I try to be the voice in
The crowd who's boisterous loud
Underground your choices and loud
To holster your sound
When I am dreaming up a
Portrait of some better days
Chillin to Sam Cook, Marvin Gaye
And Etta James
So when I get the feeling rushing
Through the blood in my veins
And feeling like just voicing a change
Something goes through my mind
Through my mind
Yeah, hell yeah it does, right
Look how natural it is to us as little kids
Growing up taints us, jades us and makes us
Forget where we come from
If money's your best friend
Your death bed will be lonesome
I'm tryna be happy that's the focus
I been hurt but the future ain't hopeless
Something goes through my mind
Through my mind
Uh, Back To The Future when the
Innocent was crowning me young
Now they're invincible like Michael
Jackson's album in 2001
Need the mic just like a flower needs sun
At times I'm feeling caged like Morgan
Freeman in The Power of One
How come they never rapping the truth
It's like confession when I grip the mic it's
Sand in the booth and then poof
Something goes through my mind
Through my mind