In the end it's all music You can tell me just what you want, In the end we could all use it
Don't give a damn what what you say,
And it's starting to sound all the same We never tell you nothing If it's not what you like, then shut the fuck up and don't listen to it Maybe then we wouldn't have to listen to your bitchin through it Leave it alone and do it, It's all about the music man I pack a bong with a song and hit the minivan Kickin live, writing rhymes Thats all I've got to say Fuck what they say in school
You can tell me just what you want, In the end we could all use it
Don't give a damn what what you say,
See I don't give a fuck, right, (something) Kid in the slips with a stick (pop) into half time I don't give a shit, right, to you, your funky sound, with your crew I've been here since 1982 To these I'm just another rapper with my dick in my hand And I don't care if you don't understand
In the end it's all about the music In the end it's all about the music In the end it's all about the music
You can tell me just what you want, In the end we could all use it
In the end it's all about the music In the end it's all about the music In the end it's all about the music In the end it's all about the music