Bag Full of Wishes - Sean Kiez

"Step to the rhythm made out of brown paper, sounds entering of a different nature, Rhythms get greater, And the rhythms they get greater, Yes another rough-a-tough Four for the chaser, New configuration, New riff and New Structure Built on the frame that'll hold the room puncture, Tight We wrap it up, it's wrapped, tightly. Mmmmmmmmmmmm It lives, The bass is the army that it gives. When we apply the breaks, There'll be no skids. Just more elements to continue as we glide. Dimensions & The Measurements and the evidence you will find Change it, rearrange it so its regularly updated Hits from every angle so expected the un-expected Represent the fusion of the mind and stay connected The star that is presenting, The size of the markers been indented Delivering the style we give you so that means a mention In your direction is the baron that we aimed, ascension Instead the way the floor the stunner made a we invention And then you get your moneys worth before you've even sensed it Make you think a four figure for the whole nation Send it down so one we know it with no discrimination Like a safe with 50 locks, as many combination No matter which way that you turn you reach the same destination. The fullness of the spectrum, 360 keep it circling Deep inside the flow is where its working it Under lease, submerging it, time to make it go deeper Way past the point that blows holes in your speaker Under and over, take it over and under First you get the lightning and then you get the thunder The sound is the music and the music is the feature Mmmmmmmmmmmm Step to the rhythm made out of brown paper, sounds entering of a different nature, Rhythms get greater, And the rhythms they get greater, Yes another rough-a-tough Four for the chaser, New configuration, New riff and New Structure Built on the frame that'll hold the room puncture, Tight We wrap it up, it's wrapped, tightly. Mmmmmmmmmmmm Step step step step step step step step step step Paper paper paper paper paper Step step step step step step step step step step P-P-Paper paper paper paper paper Mmmmmmmmmmmm Step step step step step step step step step step Step to the rhythm made out of brown paper Step...(Etc till end)"

Came to the city with a bag of dreams Overpacked and split at the seams Seems like nothing's really coming true Even if it did, I still don't have you I don't really know what these people want I've seen guys sign without one song Giving me advice, I just nod along Leave the building, put Hendrix on 'Cause I know something's gotta give I know what it is How long, how long? How long, how long? How long, how long? Got about two people I can trust Rest of them, they don't know enough, no no Chi told me that I'm living in my mind Maybe that's the only home I can find Lately I've been wondering if you're okay Remember when you said we'd be friends one day? I wonder if you know what's happening Got me thinking 'bout just packing up 'Cause I know something's gotta give I know what it is How long, how long? How long, how long? How long, how long is it gonna be? Is it gonna last? Am I gonna see? Is it gonna be? Is it gonna be? Am I gonna wait? My head don't wanna see "Bakes, what's happening? How you doing fella? It's Courts, what's going on man? How's the music going, man? I've been hearing things, I've been hearing things Don't, don't be too disheartened Keep going, keep pushing, don't stop You will get there in the end, my brother I promise you