Lyrics:
Call me up
Take me out
I need to see people
I need to see life
I need to feel alive tonight
Take me out
Break through my door
I'm in here on my own
never known
Listen to me darling, I'm just wanting attention
People always say I'm from another dimension
Maybe they're right
Well pick me up at 8
(aaah ahha ah)
She's just my type i can realise
I'm just her type don't you realise
Mama tell your people that I'm ready yeah
Mundilole ndimutenge, pa
request is answered with "You got it boss"
Me and my people in the field like we lost the toss
Whoever said the late nights don't pay right
Never seen my
hundred and sixty going over the meter
Success in my flex hell yeah i'm a dreamer
Working all hours no time for no sleeping
In the majors sports jersey
the talent of the people that did that work
If you ain't dkent don't produce for me!
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I'm so stuck in my head
Oh oh oh oh oh
Wiz Key '
'Coro'
Minha Louis vuintton não é de se cossar não se mente Xé sai daqui'
Eu estou a meter mamoites a dançar com esse trap que fiz sentir'
This is electric
Tumisango toh sula
Ngati yashota mula
Chosa shirt vula
Chaya dance yoh dula
Dula Dula
Badman call weh deh at (eh)
People dema call
your clothes
My stereo's thumpin' like a savage beast
The level on my power meter will not decrease
Suckers get mad, cause the girlies scream
And I'm
sticks
Another southern fried freak on a crucifix
Hicks don't mix with politics
People on the street just kickin' to the licks
Yes my favorite place
stereo's stompin' like a savage beast
The level on my power meter will not decrease
Suckas get mad, 'cause the girlies scream
And I'm still gettin' paid
with a ill ego
For real, for real, ill lines, ill people
Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians
Pollying deals, monopoly and bills, y'all niggas lying
voodoo power
Equator ex my chance to flex skills on Ampex
With power meters and heaters gauge anti freeze
Octagon oxygen aluminum intoxicants
without a tie
And you bite your lips to keep the swear words in.
What kind of people are they
What kind of people are they
They've only got their jobs
upside down
Can I get a "ha" from my brothers that be chillin' downtown
"Ho" for the people that be in it what we do
"Yo" check it out 'cause we black
lights, and the people buzzin' everywhere.
One hand upon the parking meter, the other on her easy chair.
I'll send her roses, send her roses everyday.
If I
a long meter
My lyrics on a song with a strong beat
Give you my past just to tell a nigga his future like a palm reader (damn)
Under palm trees blowin'
a quaver in A major
The people say what they need is a saviour
So take a fruit from the Asymme-tree
Thelonious planted in his day as a seed
The "bop" plant
policing the people is
"Please return to your homes"
You get a people determined to take
A turn in the strobe
I found something in the woods
I wanna show
point, get the plastic explosives planted and scatter
Weave through the people
Ain't hearing or seeing no evil
About 300 hundred meters from the maximum
about to blow
Man it's time to go
Light it up for sure
And let them people know now
Whoa now!
Cuz we in the place and it's hectic
We're making true
deal
I've been on the move lately
Counting all these blue faces
Never see me with no new faces
Most of my people got open cases
Stay focused, I'm going
I'm too depressed to pull myself up
Out of my feelings
I swear that my depression meter
Probably blew through the ceiling
I don't know why everyone
freedom for other people/…..
I been thinking…..
If a woman wears a dress high a couple meters/
What’s a tough guy wearing a wife beater?/…..
I been
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