Lyrics:
negative on my positive
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Raised with a tight fist
And that tight fist the mission
Politicians talking that same ole lame
We getting fouled every
My friends they get me higher and higer
They're killing me with friendly fire
We meet beneath the
They're walking us by, just stay for me
My friends
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
She got me rowdier than Robyn, imma go get her (Swoop)
Smack a bitch with a shovel, she a gold digger (smack smack)
She a snack, got her laughing,
Yeh, yo
Expedite lyrics under a godly spirit
Thoughts forced to hang-glide even a bird could hear it
A bald head with gold metal wings look like
Girl From The Sun
By
Robyn Mercado
Better days I know we’ve seen with our own two eyes
Counting stars wishing for the sun to once again shine
me to take you back to where it all began
Listening to street poets black performing with my dad
Yo introduced to MCing by my cousin Scribe
Way before
the fire of fresh breath
I'm acoustic, a nuisance
Air in my lungs feeling punctured
I got grooves in me
I'm accosted, disgusted
Lumped by all my sums, it's
roads
And we'd look for love
And a villies pie at the footy on a Saturday
Muckin' round searching for myself
And they'd call me by my Daddy's name
This
Sitting here by myself
And playing these sad acoustic love songs
Waiting for someone else to sing the words
You know
Not so long ago
I asked you
a part of me You can haul her away but in my heart shell remain
I'm leaving here with these Polaroid's
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
This isn't like a love story
Taylor'd write a song about
A 'You Belong With Me' story
'Cause you and me don't count
Yeah, you don't know
I'm not
how you used to love it
A nigga spew through the music, acoustics, cool kid
Used to pursue excuses, truth is, I was truant in school
So its influence
attempting to Muster up testosterone
Can't perform embarrassed by the Size of their units
Whiskey dick kentucky fried fat Fucking fuck
Chumps
To me it all
with me
Emergency
Cus you've got no flow (no flow)
Better let it go (let it go)
Cus you can't hang low (hang low)
Oh no
Cus you've got no flow (no flow)
being me is already a hit (Ready a hit)
Music round me is my only drug (Ya ya, ya ya, ya ya)
Can't resist a beat it pulls me with a tug
From the floor hit
suit
He said:
"Won't you come with me?
Take a seat in the Rolls
We'll go down to the City
To the government studio"
cnd he said:
"I'm from
Followed by the things you do
They won't hurt me, no
They won't hurt me anymore
You don't have to worry
I won't waste your time
If I ain't satisfied
a record with Common Sense
Cause it's the music, the blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustics
Soul, Rock and Roll, the hip-hop that we producin', yea
It's
gonna hang you up with your tie,
we're gonna [They're gonna hang me up],
We’re gonna hang you up with your tie
We’re gonna fuel the fire with a lie
flying private
Here come on girlie girlie put it on me be my baby
Twerk it on me shake it shawty be my bang bang
Be my robyn fenty i can be your pretty
Remember me? The brother who said, 'black is black'
You can come by request, I don't play, I don't dress
Get emotions off your chest, we are black, we
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