Anoya - Live lyrics

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Anoya - Live lyrics

[Verse 1] My mother noticed, that my Feelings cooded, I got Stress on my mind, I cry Please save me from living normal Like a volcano I'm living dormant Headphones blaring and I'm gone in Between these lines where I feel enormous Voices telling me I shouldn't ignore it No ego, no ego but my tone is inflicted with evil Ask Andy, he knows and my sister, she knows I don't even wanna' talk to people I'd rather write, give my heart to people A true artist when I vent This rap thing may be it my friend [Hook] Put me in motion I won't let it go I got this notion I'm about to blow Inspired by kings and ghosts To say "f** the world" and build my road This is me, who are you? Put pa**ion in your pursuit This is me, who are you? Put pa**ion in your pursuit And we say live [Verse 2] You're my flesh, my blood, my pain Spill your charisma, king one day Forgive my words I know they cut I'm tryna' build you up, the core is love Every song you make, give you praise Soon your turn to rip a stage It's an order Andy, take the chase Heed the gut feeling Andy, that's your fate Eager child, take time to grow Hustle music get high on shows Views might change but protect your soul The world might change but protect your soul Eager child, take time to grow Hustle music get high on shows Views might change but protect your soul The world might change but protect your soul [Bridge] But don't forget the family Don't forget the family brother When you're filled with doubt, I will hold you Rise to yor dream, never fold Late in the streets, come home Them boys are lost but you are strong Melody is the key to your zone Note for note, build your song [Hook] Put me in motion I won't let it go I got this notion I'm about to blow Inspired by kings and ghosts To say "f** the world" and build my road This is me, who are you? Put pa**ion in your pursuit This is me, who are you? Put pa**ion in your pursuit And we say live [Outro] Carpe diem, carpe dream Till my heart has pumped it's last stream Tell the dead poets prepare a grave Could it be? Both blessed and enslaved To this magic, magic The drug of my life, gotta' have it