Little More
Lyrics & Vocals By Lucky Lex
Music By Alex Yvon Blain
Trombone By Papa Shango
Trumpet By Kim Paris
Saxophone By Alex Daneau
Guitars By Hans Stutz
Drums By Alexandre Laroque
Keyboards & Bass By Blex XP
RECORDED & MIXED AT ALXMUZIC STUDIO BY ALEX YVON BLAIN
MASTERED BY FREDERICK THIVIERGE
LITTLE MORE
Getting close to forty, thats old my Lordy
No one can hold me, more soul than soul see
Still like to party, but I praise the glory
Acting less naughty than when I was a shorty
It’s another story, less dark and gory
Guess it’s better for me, won’t die like Cory
Don’t care what the score be, not living poorly
Found what the core be, less is more than more be
What the prophet told me, is shine like gold see
Put down the rollies, no more profit for me
Hot topic for me, I’m above what war be
Shit almost tore me, I stopped it for me
All around is all me, move forward for me
No time to worry, know where the lord be
All around is all me, move forward for me
No time to worry, know where the lord…
Yeah know what sore be, won’t hit the floor G
Just one to adore me, no tits in orgy
No bullshit for me, not anymore B
Just plenty lovely of life galore
When shit occurs, I ain’t cracking the Coors
Too much sips to serve when paying the tours
Then the ship deserted cause of rage of the Taurus
Best to spit the words as the pages pour
All around is all me, move forward for me
No time to worry, know where the lord be
All around is all me, move forward for me
No time to worry, know where the lord…
Underground, Downtown
Ain’t lost, I’m found ain’t fooling around
Same road but I feel a Little More profound
Same song but I feel a Little More the sound
The change is the same, emotion and game
Pop fame for the lame, It’s dim as a cave, one foot in the grave
I shall entertain, hear me complain, I’m dissecting my brain
Talking the particular sing, air walking the semi tone swing
The thing that I bring, I’m blaming the Blain
Bringing the pain like planes crashing in cranes
I’m crushing the grains on the track of the trains
Fly faster than jet planes in express lanes of video games
All around is all me, move forward for me
No time to worry, know where the lord be
All around is all me, move forward for me
No time to worry, know where the lord…
Underground, Downtown
Ain’t lost, I’m found ain’t fooling around
Same road but I feel a Little More profound
Same song but I feel a Little More the sound
There’s life on Mars, the home of the gods
Saying who you are, living beyond the stars
A Little More than cars, travel in quasars
Doesn’t seem that far, space is who we are
Can’t go back to scars, raised above the bars
I push concepts far like Kendrick Lamar
Hendrix on guitar, as I fire start
Universal part, I did it all for art
