Top Songs By Michael South
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael South
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Birkner
Composer
Буриков Михаил
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm tryina get off city noises, man who calling
Past memories get blurry but I still be rolling
Them feds to blame my cats locked up we still be brawling
My presence is your absence man you still be boring
Fashion clothes new style being fly
I came for it
Bitches fleek they good they thick
Oh my God oh Lord
Sometimes moving forward I go really really dumb for it
Man I got no love get your twitters ready
Game's on
Being real is something I require
Tell that other liars
Try us used to live in many cities I got dope suppliers
Pop quiz no fears don't shed tears feelings disappear
Dealers in white Airs send the prayers through the night
See the bitches and the models at the front door
Let them in clouds going in LSD every now and then
At the block there's a letterman hold your pen
When your letters end stick your hands out
When you got no bands when you got no friend
You end up in a van full of feds
Cause your pockets teeming meds
Young bucks better say young fucks in the town middle fingers up
You will never be the money man
(Man who calling)
(They still calling)
(They wanna make you blind with that media shit ads publicity promo.
Fuck that don't be blind sighted)
(Yeah)
Ayo Mon Ami count to three
Close your eyes imagine me
Bring down lower your heartbeat
Take a deep breath feeling free?
They say bullshit come in three
Yeap indeed
Take a D
Roll a blunt
Smoke a tree
Feel better?
I've been there couple times before
Where the feelings now at? (Gone)
I'm down to earth know what's worth my time
Voice like Sean Don they say
But I'm just a lil kid with the old soul (Woo)
Back up of my benz they don't know
Other state of mind
They also want some me and time of mine oh me oh my
I'm tryina get off city noises, man who calling?
Past memories get blurry but I still be rolling
Them feds to blame my cats locked up we still be brawling
My presence is your absence man you still be boring
Fashion clothes new style being fly
I came for it
Bitches fleek they good they thick
Oh my God oh Lord
Sometimes moving forward I go really really dumb for it
Game's on
Writer(s): Michael South
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