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then he's a man like mine! 

( The only man in the world! )  

Words and Music by Irving Berlin

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Catch a Wave With Me - song & melody written by Rosemary Buck / - copyright protection, BMG CHRYSALIS SCANDINAVIA.A
(Pre-Hook Line)

Catch a wave

bitch this year and shit
That's gon' be the reason why

All of my peers is threatened by me
I can tell, I can see jealousy livin' in need
These

shooting my shot like I'm Irving

Shoot my shoot

If we just friends tell me why you keep playing
You don't want me no more tell me why you keep staying

to get some hoes
Influential, if I'm on a wave, They gon' catch my flow
Influential, I can have them niggas, Come and get your bro

Five star hoe, She

got big plans baby on another level
Lately i've been having conversations with the devil
Stressing in my mind rapping on a instrumental
I be making

Brown Cigarillos
History keeps repeating itself, like a Biggie instrumental
America's a glass house and my revenge is mental
Rather use my brain than

of |Some more palatable way||Toss me in a ten foot wave|Taunt me with an icy grave|Grand finale, have me saved||And sold to the lowest bid|Pawned by

Cigarillos
History keeps repeating itself, like a Biggie instrumental
America's a glass house and my revenge is mental
Rather use my brain than throw

Black Jesus probably run the world in my sleep 
On G.O.D. 
OG Times 3 
Hot head 
Chrome heat
So never got cold feet aye
Frankie well connected got more

[INSTRUMENTAL BREAK]

VERSE 3:

My heartbeat in sync with yours
We let the waves carry us ashore
I find myself immersed in your song
Then nothing in this world

the Visionaries and I swear she going dummy 
Bossed up fit, that's a quintessential verse
Shh, that's an instrumental verse
I could drop a body way I'm slicing

quid pro quo
I whip up a beat just for you so bring heat
Just hop by the crib and we'll make it go holy
Me and the homies we're sorry not sorry
Rather

the heat rash to your camp, left his shirt there now you barely
Breathin'
Slow leakin'
Look at your people weepin' 
I ain't have to quickdraw Mcgraw you

a nigga do a round off
And I
Still got it for the low
I was posted by the store
Keep the sack in my sock
Got my heat it was cold
Yeah niggas wilding like

Did I forget to mention it’s happy bar hour slaying music by the day killing beats by the hours writing lyrics in a minute I ain’t bound to finish

She for the streets
I get it done 
Pocket my funds
Obvious fun
Knockin the drums 
Get out the way
Watch y’all catch a wave
We happened yesterday I guess

me
Skippin' these
Wish-they-be's
Need to leave the game
To the kings bringin' heat waves the way the seasons change
Keep the claim
Ordained ain't

an wade onna heat
And they thought they was fucking us
MOB ain't a bitch that I trust
Herb and Bibby how we kills shit
Dreamville with our real shit
Gimme

I’m sitting here burning blunts
Tapping ashes by the bales passing L’s
To those that fail at painting details
I know the pills ate your braincells
You

the barrios to the burbs
From the streets and to the steeples

Yeah
You can call me Solar cuz I'm powered by the son yeah
You can call it boastin but I'm

I'm never relieved
I squeeze heat every week
That's how I release my stress
You want a nice guy rap
Well that's too bad
Costa came to do bad
Mag barrel

how I got my heart broken by a shawty with a bald head now all I want is bald heads

Fucked me up because she use to wear a durag waves spinning better

homies!)
We ain't even shcared when his body hit the flo' (h'yeah! Dead homies!)
Turnin' up the heat 'til a nigga gettin' shmoked - Crusty!
I won't even