Jazz June When The Drums Kick In
When the drums kick in
And the bass starts rumbling
Low like a train
When the shit kicks in and the
Microphone's on fire
And your insides just got smoked
You wanna make a bet
But it's the money you already spent
When the change takes charge and
The music is brighter and closer
To who we are
This sound drowns slowly
It's symbiotic
It calls attention to the tornaquet
That was wrapped around your head
So take those headphones and put
Them on just put them right on
It pulls you slowly to the music
The music of who we are
