And as I walk on by the yellow brick road,
the flower through the crack, yes it grows
From the sweat and blood, p-poured into it
The fruits of our work, guess that's how it is
And I'll think about it a second or two
And I'll go back and pick up that flower for you...
Hey, this is my friend who just released her first music video for a song she wrote on her personal struggles. Go ahead and give her the watches and likes.
It's really reductive though. Like. It's called Music, it samples Music, and basically has the same meaning as Music. Let me not submit it, even though it's cute.