Lyrics:
it comes to winning awards, you're my son
Because that's over 7-1
It's more than money, this material goals
I'm aware it ain't about these clothes
testing
Dressing thuggy
Accompanied by a sexy bunny
Straight out of a burlesque show
She'll sever the ring finger of the lead singer
And stir a fresh bowl
living my life we can disagree
I'm sensing your negative energy
It's about quality never the quantity
Why're you here if you're always insulting me
Trying
you needed
When it blast...they must move
You just proved you're hard like L in Krush Groove
And songs started to drop - Ain't nobody start
a singer-songwriter and normally I just write sad songs or songs on my ukulele
But I made this beat with my Brothers and I'm not just gonna let it go to waste
I've been
year on year
And it's all because of you
Now I'm not the best at football
No poet or singer too
But there is one thing that I'm the best at
And it's all
and
The singer needs a song
I know you're on your own
I'll be back before too long
I gotta do what I gotta do
And you know how
My heart loves to run, I gotta
directly by the source of all knowledge
You don't affect me till you're forced to draw powers
Respect me as a voice amongst scholars
Who speak deep
"Feels like that I've been here before"
I don't wanna romanticize another
Time that's gone by
But I have to be honest and tell you that
I'm an old
the things
You've done
Let's CELEB-R-A-T-E!
Comon' I know you're feelin' it
Uh-Uh-Uh!
Yo, I'm the one
Sing it!
OH....CELEBRATE!
Oh....[decrescendoing in pitch]
cuz you take my whole breath away yet also you remind me how to breathe
And I was like bhbshadamn girl you’re fucking everything I’m looking like a fool
little girl I can't find
She's five hours behind
It's the singer not the song
Something's gone wrong
Said the spider to the fly
Do I like this girl?
“Put a little Twang on it” by ckintunde Michael Kayode
How ya doin' Gramps
I just met this girl named Dawn
Told her I'm a singer
She said
Vaccinate your children
Cause you're the only reason
Kids are gonna get polio in Oregon
Would you rather your kid get measles
Than just get stuck my
the trigger finger, a dead ringer
I'm not a singer, and life just don't linger
But I looked the boy in his eyes, and he almost cried
But before he died
okay
Don't apologize, cause it's already too late
Damage is done, but so am I
I'm sick of feeling by myself, because you're right
Packing my things, I'll
livin with shame and hate
Listen to the kids at school the next day
You're so lame
Teeth ain't straight
Gimme that money that you just made
Take your
Enchanted Allure- Enchanted Allure
Singer: Asola Allure
Songwriter: Asola Allure
In your eyes, a story unfolds,
You're the author, I'm the book
A tale so
I'ma put the city on my back
I'ma be the running back and the quarterback
Bring the parade to my city like I'm Ja Morant
It's a Truelove song, you know
you smash it
You're a very talented man with your skills and your wit"
That means a lot to me, from someone doing this legit
I'm a superstar repping St
daddy's money just to get some
If I really want it I just grab some
Ususally a singer but I'm hopping on this Rap song
Got them hundreds all lined up Imma
right in the sky
Cuddled up in the bed side, you're the topic in my songs when I'm picking words apply
Like the stars they 'gon collide, getting lost in
amazing"
I'm an artist
I'm a player
In the car he'll kiss me later
I'm a dream
I'm a singer
And he's wrapped around my fingers
We speak in lyrics
He lifts my
harmony with bird singer
tip of my nose keeps somnolence
skein is still in my head
Shalom, day by day youll get better
Shalom, love you as you are
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