Lyrics:
followers, show me where
I'd rather have friends with me here
Not clicks from people who just stare
Lost in the likes, don't stay there
I'm telling this to me,
string, Am7
Afraid to let you down by my imperfections
I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough
Verse chords
I know I’m losing you
When I hear our song and can’t
bat an eye, they just stare and admire
How you do it, how you do it, it’s unusual
They try to copy you but can’t keep up with how you doing you
How you
why, a just de lifestyle we lead
Whoa, a pure pretty gal we want
You shoulda know by de style weh you hear a chant
[Beenie Man:]
From a pretty gal, she
9-1-1 what's your emergency?
The Lemonade Stand got robbed
Okay, how much did they bounce with?
Like seven dollars
Psh, uhah, aint nobody got time
Hear me out it's Freedom of Speech
Say what the fuck I like man laughs
Uh huh i've took part in uncountable crimes
Not to look hard, I was out on my
lips
Slap dips, support domestic violence
Beat your bitch's ass while your kids stare in silence
I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen really dust smoking?
7/ 10/19 - ABSOLUTE FINAL - REVISED PER POST PRODUCTION
Set: White House / Oval Office - President Roosevelt behind his desk; music plays
Just as Jesus stood in the boat and spoke to the storm, today
I too can stand in the midst of the storms in my life
And rebuke the winds and the waves
To stare alone
From that second
I saw you look
Felt your hands touching mine
You kissing by the book
And I learned that
Fire could be soft
So soft
the whole universe to hear what I fuckin' say
So shut up and just observe
I'm hearin' too many chirps, I'm flippin' you all the bird
Be ready when I emerge
it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto
I've been down before up is just a reach
Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind then begin
feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear
People stop and stare
They don't bother me
For there's no where else on earth
That I would rather be
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
allowed to care
I'm not allowed to talk to you, to stop and look and stare
People say I'm crazy, people call me insane,
But I'm just another guy feeling
Second story you told me
Got me fucked up
If it weren't for this motherfucker
You'd be fine
And it's shitty to think
This verse can apply
To like 7
feeling that any second
You may suddenly appear
People stop and stare, they don't bother me
For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be
the ghetto
I've been down before up is just a reach
Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind
Then begin again
My hood is the ghetto
Yo, I grew
on that stage, right up to the boss' microphone.
He turns around to the MC for a few seconds, and I stare at the crowd.
Before I know it, the MC steps up,
the courage
To just fucking hear it
So I hear it
Hear it
Hear it
I don't fear my voice no more
I let it come out
Been working on my craft since I was seven
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name
`cause I'll hear you scream master Master
Just call my name
`cause I'll hear you scream master Master
And we just stand and stare
Seven people, ten opinions
Everyone is right
We're on a never ending mission
But the aim got out of sight
School is just
ZAPATERIA LLOYD (F) Alex Reyes, David Seitz, JH Ortega
Produced by Ignacio Umérez
Cover Art by Richard Hardy
Intro -------
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was just a sham because he found it again and again
And seven times he left this woman and seven times he came back
Oh, but you know, the heart can
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