DESCRIPTION:
Moods - Traveling Through Sound

[lyrics transcribed by myself, because for some reason it hasn't been done yet..if you see any errors, let me know]

Yeah
No doubt
You know what’s funky funky funky
Cuz what?
Hah! Yeah
‘Ey yo
This is for my corner store cashiers
Selling more batteries than bullets on the battlefield
Heavy ammunition for the weekday warriors
Troopin' through the concrete jungle on a humble
With they ears on they mission
They tryn to hear nothing but
What a what a button play
What a but a rapper, what a singer wanna say
Say whatever to whatever person place or thing
What the peripheral, rearview, or even in your way
With your eyes on the streets watching back
Gotta watch ya’ back
Nose on the grindstone minding your own
Loose lips not sinking ships
Just lip syncing to the hits, classics, and
Exclusive new shit!
With your ears on your headphones on your ears
Whether they soothe your savage beast or quell your fears
If you like me you run through twelve pair per year
Play it loud, let it blare, so the world can hear
This here

[Chorus]
Walkman music
Audible, affordable
Walkman music
Radio recordable
Walkman music
Helping to ignore the bull
Walkman
Ten feet away still audible
Walkman music
Who ya think ya talkin to?
Walkman music
You know we can’t hear you over
Walkman music
Why ya still talkin?
Walkman music
Tell your story walkin’

Ok
I’ll tell my story walking
I’ll tell this story ‘bout a girl named Gloria
Walking through Astoria with three story legs
And a penthouse ass
Getting double takes
From every man that walks past
As she walks past Torrie
I’ll tell ya his story
His past is storied
So we feel it mandatory
He’ll try to gas every girl he sees walking past
With an ass like Gloria
Wait – am I boring ya?
Long story short, Torrie said
“Hey shorty if alcohol was booty
Girl, you would be a fo’ty
And all I wanted was a shot,
To make a toast to a fine wine
Let me getcha number one time!
Oh? You can’t holla back? Be like that
Fuck yo’ stank attitude with yo’ matching ass crack!”
But she wasn’t disturbed
She didn’t say a word
She couldn’t hear a word
Cuz all she ever heard was that

[Chorus]
Walkman music
Audible, affordable
Walkman music
Radio recordable
Walkman music
Helping to ignore the bull
Walkman
Ten feet away still audible
Walkman music
Who ya think ya talkin to?
Walkman music
You know we can’t hear you over
Walkman music
Why ya still talkin?
Walkman music
Tell ya story walkin’

Yo, if you carry on with a Clarion
And it gots a thousand watts, too
This is not for you
If you got a portable CD, MD, and an MP3
We made it hot for you
If ya sittin’ on chrome and it’s spinnin’ when ya not and at least 22”
This is not for you
If ya Discman matches ya kicks and it’s strapped to the palm of ya hand
We made it hot for you
You need something to jog to?
This is for you
Zoning out in the laundramat
This is for you
Bus stoppin’ at the bus stop
This is for you
Carry it no matter where ya at
This is for you

Because I know you and you know me
Don’t be ashamed
You know I prolly seen you on the train
Some might think it’s lame
But New York can’t talk
You know parking and insurance is a strain on the brain
I’d rather take a walk through memory lane
To before J-Live was old enough to drive
I was old enough to know that every good hero need a theme song
That’s why you can’t go wrong with that

[Chorus]
Walkman music
Audible, affordable
Walkman music
Radio recordable
Walkman music
Helping to ignore the bull
Walkman
Ten feet away still audible
Walkman music
Who ya think ya talkin to?
Walkman music
You know we can’t hear you over
Walkman music
Why ya still talkin?
Walkman music
Tell ya story walkin’