Lyrics:
played on the radio
It's a no-brainer" Both
Songs are slow-burning, sensual
Ballads that seem slightly at odds with
Meek's traditionally louder, brasher
an amateur
And I'm gonna banish ya here to get the mumble out of your mouth
Call me the rap janitor
Got the broom and the dust pan mop too and a rubbish can
also have buried the blender
in the backyard so better luck next time! I am not an amateur!
Did not say you were...
Let's call it a truce, or let's
all about the signs
We all about the signs
Ay, paper work over paperwork, I'ma get the work (I'ma get it)
Ballin' with a team full of mavericks, call
the bird you can call it a sign
I came to body em, I'm never worrying
Thinking bout numbers leave that to the followers
Talk so much shit are they rapping
No clouds, no room, no hiding
Not a chance that i stay in my bed all day
Being social, sure I'll try it
Want an autograph, sure I'll sign it
Damn
but I was goin for my doctorate
or my Ph.D in P-A-I-D, see
I got into the business to get paid not sprayed
with BS which is an acronym for a much larger
Some like to give brain and
What some of these girls want, is too much for the radio station
Look I'm just a man y'all (man y'all)
Not a monster
the limit in a3alee al-samaa
The Dam-Shaqaqy Thaqafee, Luckily
Was never worried bout what could be
If record labels would sign me
Im fine with "Ana" just me
to death
And if I recollect correct, you tried to sign him for yourself
All the while I was 'round my out of town college, wildin' out
Restaurants, Destin
the bathroom without someone standing by it
No, I won't sign you an autograph
You can call me an asshole, I'm glad
'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I
I'm gettin' up when my next door neighbor's
Turnin' off the late show and hittin' the hay
I've got to sign on the radio station I'm what's known
non-believers
I came in the door, became one of y'alls leaders
In the fresh pair of Air Force One sneakers
Uptown we call 'em uppies when they on divas
times, please your amateur night is show time
It's one life to live so live it the best you can, the world could use one less man
Not enough air, not
started to stop
This ain't amateur night, and it's not the Apollo
Come real with the skills, and you gots to swallow
My phone kept ringing, but this
the area
Won't rest till I flex when I'm staring, huh?
It's a sweep and that's how I'm taking care of ya
I'm not cheap, cost a thou, ain't a amateur
I'm
"Saba", others call me "Saba"
As long as it's love, it's not a problem
I fillet a voyeur like I'm Oscar de la Hoya
Fuck is y'all lookin' at?
Hot potato,
Darlin'
You don't have to call me
Stalin
Or even Mao Tse Tung
'Cause I'm far too young;
My rising
Sign is Capricorn; is that
Surprising?
You
that the feelin was right
But if you get lost scream out and admit
That the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit
I'm not the kind to give you
didn't call
He did the poka poke with the long strokes
It's for sure
Paul, he ain't no amateur
Cold freaked my cheeks from the bed to the kitchen
That I am who I am because somebody loved me
You talk about race matters
This is not some abstract discourse
This is not a matter of being clever
home and I
Had to tell my dad it was me in the wrong
And
I swore
And
I swore
And I swore
Not again
Would I ever get my family
Involved in the when
If I
non-believers
I came in the door, became one of y?alls leaders
In the fresh pair of Air Force One sneakers
Uptown we call ?em uppies when they on divas
Prolly
always take it wrong
Call up the station tell em
Play it on the radio plat it on the radio
Play it on the radio play it on the radio
Play it on the radio
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