Luv(sic) pt.3      It's funny how the music put times in perspective   Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it   Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking and we can get far   Wherever you are      Like a movie that you can't predict   Like a book that you can't resist   I sing along a song that's oh so sensual   bring along a sip to make it all so sexual   verbally that is, making love to the music means vibing to the beat at night   with the whole city fast asleep, out cold   true words seem to rise to the lips, take hold   of a poet in me, most powerfully   I feel free when the world doesn't owe it to me   It's so hard to find a gig that lives up to the billing,   trying to find a reason to work, god willing   I admit, my thinking is wishful   like a star upon a child gazing up to the ceiling   how far do we have to stretch the truth   to fit the lifestyles borrowed and overdue   we can take it all back to the register   and start all over from the canister   let's break it all down into pieces of bright   moments that pass by like a meteorite   throw on your favorite reel that's good to go   on the analog player watch the people glow   sit back to the breeze let the memories flow   comedy tragedy all the highs and lows      (chorus)      Like your moves that I can't predict   Like your look that I can't resist   The ting-a-ling feeling was oh so mutual   the lingering appeal was so unusual   herbally what is, medicine to a lone soul can become poison to some   with the whole body fast asleep, out cold   true vision seem to come to the eye, take hold   of a prophet in me most visibly   I see clear when the world doesn't show it to me   It's so hard to make sense in a cycle of billing,   trying to find a reason to quit and make a killing   I admit, our dealing is painful   like a star upon a child staring down from the ceiling   how far do we have to stretch the picture   before pixelating the human texture   we can take it all back to the register   and start all over from the canister   let's save it all up for an ultimate prize   homecoming gathering with a big surprise   throw on your favorite record that's good to go   on the analog table and it's hooked to blow   sit back with ease and hear the emcee flow   hi hat kick drum all the highs and lows      (chorus)      Um, third time's the charm, hopefully   when I chime on your door you'd still let me in   after all these years   the room that you caved in my heart is exactly the same as you left it   I realize that you have moved on   new styles and cliques like them silent flicks   I'm speechless in this golden occasion   the beautiful expression on the silver creation   this time I'd like to keep in touch   I'm a likkle bit wiser, a whole lot tougher   if I suffer through another nightmare tonight,   we'll chalk it up as another chapter to write, all right?   or wrong or somewhere down the middle of the road   I wanna see you again in a scene with the backdrop a perfect ten   and the music can take us back to the spot right then   from black and white to a sepia tone   some dreams come with a tint or in monochrome   from black and white to my skin tone   some dreams have a stint on the microphone      (chorus)      okay we can take it all back to the register   and start all over from the canister   let's break it all down into pieces of bright   moments that pass by like a meteorite   throw on your favorite jacket and you're good to roll   on the analog trail and you look the role   just stroll through the trees and let your miseries go   sunshine hurricane all the highs and lows      we can take it all back to the register   and start all over from the canister   let's break it all down into pieces of bright   moments that pass by like a meteorite