| Song | Side By Side |
| Artist | The Movement |
| Album | Side By Side |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The morning always seems like a dream when I wanna wake up | |
| The mist on the river styx tellin me I gotta pay up | |
| I sell my soul when I sleep man | |
| The reaper’s really gonna rake up | |
| ‘Cause I’m pushin down the daisies | |
| How much time is it gonna take up | |
| The day breaks late in the haze still under the moon | |
| Faraway stars callin me to come back to my tomb | |
| Gotta get my mind right set the station | |
| To the track of my tune bassline thunder in your ceiling | |
| Now we’re wreckin your room | |
| And now we’re side by side | |
| Preaching the power of sound | |
| And when your mind’s ready and right | |
| Just lift your feet off the ground | |
| Go smoke a blunt in the clouds | |
| And now we’re side by side | |
| Preaching the power of sound | |
| And when your minds ready and right | |
| Just lift your feet off the ground | |
| Go smoke a blunt in the crowd | |
| My life always seems like a dream | |
| When I’m sippin my cup | |
| Got my band behind me | |
| And you know that we been livin it up | |
| I got my girl behind me | |
| And you know im always feelin her love | |
| Clouds on the horizon | |
| You know I’m lookin down from above | |
| And now we’re side by side | |
| Preaching the power of sound | |
| And when your mind’s ready and right | |
| Just lift your feet off the ground | |
| Go smoke a blunt in the clouds | |
| And now we’re side by side | |
| Preaching the power of sound | |
| And when your minds ready and right | |
| Just lift your feet off the ground | |
| Go smoke a blunt in the crowd |
| The morning always seems like a dream when I wanna wake up | |
| The mist on the river styx tellin me I gotta pay up | |
| I sell my soul when I sleep man | |
| The reaper' s really gonna rake up | |
| ' Cause I' m pushin down the daisies | |
| How much time is it gonna take up | |
| The day breaks late in the haze still under the moon | |
| Faraway stars callin me to come back to my tomb | |
| Gotta get my mind right set the station | |
| To the track of my tune bassline thunder in your ceiling | |
| Now we' re wreckin your room | |
| And now we' re side by side | |
| Preaching the power of sound | |
| And when your mind' s ready and right | |
| Just lift your feet off the ground | |
| Go smoke a blunt in the clouds | |
| And now we' re side by side | |
| Preaching the power of sound | |
| And when your minds ready and right | |
| Just lift your feet off the ground | |
| Go smoke a blunt in the crowd | |
| My life always seems like a dream | |
| When I' m sippin my cup | |
| Got my band behind me | |
| And you know that we been livin it up | |
| I got my girl behind me | |
| And you know im always feelin her love | |
| Clouds on the horizon | |
| You know I' m lookin down from above | |
| And now we' re side by side | |
| Preaching the power of sound | |
| And when your mind' s ready and right | |
| Just lift your feet off the ground | |
| Go smoke a blunt in the clouds | |
| And now we' re side by side | |
| Preaching the power of sound | |
| And when your minds ready and right | |
| Just lift your feet off the ground | |
| Go smoke a blunt in the crowd |
| The morning always seems like a dream when I wanna wake up | |
| The mist on the river styx tellin me I gotta pay up | |
| I sell my soul when I sleep man | |
| The reaper' s really gonna rake up | |
| ' Cause I' m pushin down the daisies | |
| How much time is it gonna take up | |
| The day breaks late in the haze still under the moon | |
| Faraway stars callin me to come back to my tomb | |
| Gotta get my mind right set the station | |
| To the track of my tune bassline thunder in your ceiling | |
| Now we' re wreckin your room | |
| And now we' re side by side | |
| Preaching the power of sound | |
| And when your mind' s ready and right | |
| Just lift your feet off the ground | |
| Go smoke a blunt in the clouds | |
| And now we' re side by side | |
| Preaching the power of sound | |
| And when your minds ready and right | |
| Just lift your feet off the ground | |
| Go smoke a blunt in the crowd | |
| My life always seems like a dream | |
| When I' m sippin my cup | |
| Got my band behind me | |
| And you know that we been livin it up | |
| I got my girl behind me | |
| And you know im always feelin her love | |
| Clouds on the horizon | |
| You know I' m lookin down from above | |
| And now we' re side by side | |
| Preaching the power of sound | |
| And when your mind' s ready and right | |
| Just lift your feet off the ground | |
| Go smoke a blunt in the clouds | |
| And now we' re side by side | |
| Preaching the power of sound | |
| And when your minds ready and right | |
| Just lift your feet off the ground | |
| Go smoke a blunt in the crowd |