The Sound

[Intro: brandUn DeShay]

I think it's about time we took a stand

It's okay to fall in love, just don't land

There'll be no consolation prize, you cannot lose

'Cause between her and music, you cannot choose

[Verse 1: Matt Martians]

Dancing on the floors, in the future, of course

I think I need a last resort, of leaving you

My life got better, everything came together

I'm seeing clearer now, now that you're not around

But space seems to be, the only place for me

I think I need some air to breathe, I'm crying now

[Pre-Chorus: Martians]

And if you want a go girl, you better leave

'Cause having hеr around, the dreams you won't achievе

And if you want a go girl, you better leave

'Cause having her around, will only kill your dreams

[Chorus: Martians]

Yes! Just get down, no guns around

This is the sound, this is the sound

Yes! Just get down, no guns around

This is the sound, this is the sound

[Verse 2: brandUn DeShay]

Oh, no homo please, but I believe in M .O .B

That's riches over the bitches, and if you can't tell, well ask the snitches. Listen, don't get DeShay confused for one of those guys that'll flash bang cash on hoes, that's a no

Making these beats, now that's a go

Making these songs, now that's fo show

Cars and chains, that's the show

Stuff for hoes, that's not my thing

All we claim, got my dame

Long distance, but I got my range, she's fair enough

Never ever ever need cheering up, I hit that down

Say a couple words and I get that smile

Wow, some of these girls like dudes dawg

They're just in it for the retail

Wanna act like males, but they comb their feet

I guess that's why they call them all females

Well, we the one that's the championship

Thinking bout a rank for my champion chick

Now the other girls got chair from the bench or the bleachers

But her hands can't reach us

I done had many gals in the past, but it ain't last

No, not like this. Got ourselves in a young submarine

Disease in the sink of a relationship. Ask myself why I'm with this chick

This shit don't add up like arithmetic

Forget this thing. I'll call her the night

But I'll never ever ever try to call her my wife

[Chorus: Matt Martians]

Yes! Just get down, no guns around

This is the sound, this is the sound

Yes! Just get down, no guns around

This is the sound, this is the sound

[Outro: brandUn DeShay]

I think it's about time we took a stand

It's okay to fall in love, just don't land

There'll be no consolation prize, you cannot lose

'Cause between her and music, you cannot choose