Lyrics:
what I'm sayin'?
Yo we gettin' restless me and dawgs
Never pretendin' rather we sendin' a very clear message
Either you with me or against me punk hit
a old & gray nun
But it's no chance it's never fair
To slow dance with Fred Astaire with
A full head of hair
It's the P with the V from NY to the D
I held your shape
A dark blue sea takes over me
Busy like a station, you step into the wave
And we let it bring us back
(not accurate to album
a machine
Cut loose with a chop I am not Billie Jean
I lean when I rock like it’s part of my dance
You strike a pose and get left in a stance
I can’t follow
you're not gonna pop
Me the crew and all lay
In the box you were topping the charts
Look at the people not even jockin' your art
Why's that
Cause
The fact that you got me, knowing that I have got you
It's all true, and I heart you
I want to rock with you, (All night)
Dance you into day, (Sunlight)
I
me
Feel like you're way to deep
See you like the album that I chose
Love is such a child's game
Dance around the word that I need
Live in the moment
I would be your friend if you fell
Astral Angel
Dancing through the dreamtime
You harmonise with the song
Fading through the dreamtime
Teach me how
enthnixity and our daily life hustles.
With this album, the goodness of Rwenzori music will be embraced by the world. The making of this album is
easily and still throw in a melody
The heavens must be blessin me
I got a stone tablet with the recipe
So who's testin me?
I don't need a pop quiz
In
to be|Especially when the only one in the van is me|And I sat down on the curb and watched a squirrel get hit by a car|And I wondered where you are, whoever you
to Church Then
Follow Me an
It's Dance With The Devil Time
Ride a Wave Catch a Barrel
He's Mine
Whip a Current
Surf it an Ripa Beat
Spit Fire an Smoke till
dictionary lacks an adjective to fit me
If he want my album tell him not to fuck with A-T-A-K
He was hatin' and Slug told the bitch to send my tapes back
his feelings
And all the plot holes filling with my cash that I reel in
Cause Imma cop me some commas by bringing all of the real in
My city got guns
Without a cause
No ABC, but I dance amongst the stars
And shine bright, without a Rollie
Save ya chips, what moms told me
She a 2-4 in waist, I wet that
the vision
They just want me singing, yeah, now they fuckin' with it
Gimme fans, gimme racks, gimme that, that
Make a hit, tag your friends, make 'em dance
Are you ever just like
In a mood where you just dance and sing by yourself
With no one watching
Don’t lie, everyone does it
It’s fun isn’t it
Yeah
I
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like me... on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man, and be original
Word
a mindfuck
I'm the kind to design the crime
Bury them all in lime
Your shine's behind us
Stop you can do it all day
But you're not gonna pop
Me the crew
tree
Don’t grow sick of me
We’re just two birds singing the same tune
Verse 1 (klouded):
Time goes by so quickly when she’s with me
Like nothing is
stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start
come on by
She ain't ever been shy
She don't like push and pull
So I push no pause and now she
Now she only want me yeah yeah
She be dancing with her
see There watching me
Plotting on me
Hoping I lose it all but motherfucker this ain't a game of Monopoly
I dance with life and death you could say
wheel, ten to five again
Understand, are you with me turn the wheel and drive
It's a ride, we alive and AL never dies
Turn it up, bring the volume up
Let
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