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Nature Boy

"Nature Boy" is a song first recorded by American jazz singer Nat King Cole. It was released on March 29, 1948, as a single by Capitol Records, and later appeared on the album, The Nat King Cole Story. The song was written in 1947 by eden ahbez and is partly autobiographical. It is a tribute to ahbez's mentor Bill Pester, who had originally introduced him to Naturmensch and Lebensreform philosophies, which ahbez practised. When Cole was performing in 1947 at the Lincoln Theater, ahbez wanted to present the song to him, but was ignored. He left the copy with Cole's valet, and from him the singer came to know of "Nature Boy". After receiving appreciation for his performance of the song, Cole wanted to record it but needed consent from the writer. Eventually, he… more »

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Natureboy over everything
Treat my bread like a scale weigh (way) I be on my shit
Hitting licks thru the mail twelve mad they can't pick
Me and my cash close like a sweater tightly knit
I'm in charge I'm running it
Do what I say stick to the script

Feel like a chip way I've been in my bag
Crossed out a nigga did him just like plaid
Drank me a potion I'm stuck in a lag
What you wish you could have I've already had
On gang on gang I pour that yeah
On gang on gang
With some killers and shooters you know that I hang
Don't f*ck with me I'm known at the range
Got big dollars could never change
Niggas be fake as f*ck act for the stage
More racks than my ops now they salty like lays
Shit didn't hit now they thirst to get paid
Rehab what I need I'm smoking to much
Shooter off the grid he lives in a hut
Like pizza talk dumb you'll get cut
Strains in the blunt looks like a mutt
I'm king like bitch I'm feeling like Tut
She called for duty so I hit her a rust
Blunt loud yeah I told it to hush

Treat my bread like a scale weigh (way) I be on my shit
Hitting licks thru the mail twelve mad they can't pick
Me and my cash close like a sweater tightly knit
I'm in charge I'm running it
Do what I say stick to the script
Treat my bread like a scale weigh (way) I be on my shit
Hitting licks thru the mail twelve mad they can't pick
Me and my cash close like a sweater tightly knit
I'm in charge I'm running it
Do what I say stick to the script

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