Production: i-CON, Robust
Creative Direction: i-CON, Robust
Camera: Caspar Schüchner, Lola Moos, i-CON, Robust
Cut: i-CON, Robust
Written, Produced and Mastered by: I-CON & Robust
- - your ways - - -
filmed on an early 2000s camcorder
kommt schon bald ganz viel neue musik :)
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Lyrics:
let the chords ring, do you feel the vibrations?
set to finish the cadence, fill it with patience
I feel like a patient and the music is my medicine,
my meditation, all the cures and pills irrelevant
just hand me the mic' and i'll serenade it
ideas ready and waiting to snap and escape from my head
let my thoughts rain on notices daily
and later on make the whole gang hit my flat
the terass is packed, so many faces passin,
many engaging glances, ain't no looking through
none as compelling as you in action, never been movin so fast,
truly unmatched, I need to look at you
the bass of the music it loosens the screws in my head
I tirelessly move to the set, like a lunatic
might as well groove till im dead and then you look back!
im delighted by your ways,
ignited by your blaze
so when I asked you to share some, would you be there for me?
let's roll around, let's roll an ounce,
wanna get high on occasion,
loose track of time and space with YOU
start my day like I load up a film still,
roll up the hill, roll up the L
tell me about it, I don't know what to feel
but we livin', you know what's the deal
if only I would have known I could do it like this
purize tip, feel my bliss, and rewind it
bordertown
but the wider distance is all we talk about
got a week, but every goodbye
got me weak, got me finna cry
then this weed got me feelin' fine
but as long as you're here girl please
let's just tryna have a good time
imma mess around and make you mine
wake up when you hit my line
same old rhythm every night,
same old rhythm every night
you're playin with me when we ride
still it's a game i'm winnin every time
the days with you are slipping through my fingers
feels like space is runnin by and the roads too loud
when seperated, I can't let my thoughts linger too long
Im so neurotic 'cause I'm wrapped round your finger
hope being turned off is not the way that we turn out
stuck in my head, where I paint too many pictures
im delighted by your ways,
ignited by your blaze
so when I asked you to share some, would you be there for me?
let's roll around, let's roll an ounce,
wanna get high on occasion,
loose track of time and space with YOU
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