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Dave the Fresh popped up in my inbox, like “Hey wassup, I heard your music, yeah, you the god!
You can do no wrong, and I’ve known it all along,
this- been cavin' in
Scrollin' through my call log, by emojis, how I'm savin' 'em
Them heart eyes, that peach one, my old ones but I favorite them
That
medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick
Calling me a hater cause I don't ride dicks
Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips
Love the sound
on two-five
Or your big brother put you on like surprise
Hearing my hood described
So vivid you could see it by closing your eyes
Maybe it was the age
of romance
I want to get down on my favorite sound
I need music energy from my head to my feet - ah
First I hear it and then I start to feel it
My fingers
of romance
I want to get down on my favorite sound
I need music energy from my head to my feet - ah
First I hear it and then I start to feel it
My fingers
it
Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated
Drunk off my love, call the Hennessey thug
Passion, ya laughin', I can make you smile
my days weren't the bluest
I never ran from adversity, instead I ran to it
Fear ain't in the heart of me I learned just do it
You get courage in
of romance
I want to get down on my favorite sound
I need music energy from my head to my feet - ah
First I hear it and then I start to feel it
My fingers
easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See that Aston Martin when I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated ain't got no cap and gown
But
say, "Isn't he something?"
Rock from New York City all the way down South
Saying rhymes and making music, with my mouth
I'm a tell you party people
Chh- (slurp) bounce, bounce Uh, uh
Bounce, bounce (DJ Dave) ha!
Sound like some more dynasty shit feel me go
(You are now in tune with
Your wifey
Remember once I told you 'bout
How before I heard it from your mouth
My name would always hit my ears
As such an awful sound
And the soul, if
the the resurgence of the soul sound
You know, I got to come in and track the beat
And at the time I was still with my other management
I really wanted to roll
could've
Had the proper information and just to
Speak to the Dave LaChapelle
'cause Dave LaChapelle's one of
My favorite photographers
Modern day Warhol i
turn right along with it
I do see
From down here, things look right side up
I wouldn't mind seeing things from that angle
Sounds like fun
Can we?
She' don't know my name
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
Aim tyga man again
Got a little message for
the street
In Bel-Air only the nights get cold
I wrapped a yellow jacket 'round Bey
It's not lost on me, music has my kids sound asleep
Oh, let's make
consciousness
From cities where making 21's a big accomplishment
Like when my people understood their prominence
And my past life visions of the continent
Like
listening?
Hey you're my favorite girl
Excuse me for a moment
I'm in another world
On a mountain by a fountain
Flowers blooming everywhere
With venus and with
the name, Dogg Pound's the game (pump, pump)
If it ain't one thing it's a motherfucking 'nother
Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother (pump, pump)
and sick
Because I drive like a maniac on the streets
And I don't give fuck 'cause I've got the beats
Got my nuts swingin' from left to right and
Right
the passing lane, thing are gonna change
This is where I am just like way back then
Hometown left behind, music on my mind
Alone with the sound I crave,
blaster
It's not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts
About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts
I'm Dave Brown Sound and you see me
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