Lyrics:
the tools we use to build a song
Onces you have these notes in your head
You can sing a million different tones by mixing them up
Like this: so do la fa mi do
the tools we use to build a song.
Once you have these notes in your heads,
you can sing a million different tunes by mixing them up.
Like this.
So Do La Fa Mi
I make a selection
Place the needle in the groove of the song I preferred
Set the dial spin the vinyl thirty-three and a third
We in the age of making
plannin' my survival
In a three foot stack of vinyl
Since you had to walk outta here
I've been havin' a record year
I bet you thought before you left
it ain't 'bout the cash I'll pass like 3rd and long
Pass by driving fast crash if I turn wrong
Burning cones murder songs we do this shit for show
make me famous
Play this song on every station
Put me on your favorite playlist
3,2,1, lift off, go crazy
Way to high
I'm up to something
I can barely
Mi
The first three notes just happen to be
Do Re Mi, Do Re Mi
Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti
Let's see if I can make it easier
Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray,
the next time you decide
To come visit me in the zoo
And by then I just may have
Written a song about you
And if you lookin' for a friend
You knockin'
night on the ceiling in the dark
Think of a song or maybe breasts
I thought I told you, this is not new...
skinned by the speed of my one life
You
Lenny!
Let your mind move on
It sells for a penny
Like a record groove
Gets scratched by a needle
Telling kids the truth
About The Byrds
I show you speed
I show you beats, I defeat
You know I am the king too
Proved that I repeat you
Play the song on loop
I made the beat from the start
you niggas don't know me
Y'all know that nigga on the rap songs
Y'all know that nigga in the movies
You don't know this nigga in 3-D
Real live,
on the wall
Condemned by the critics who want to tear me down
When it's just another lyric going for a song
We're low on life on the highway in search
to 3
And watch our pennies float away
Like in a dream
Is this a dream?
'Cause right behind us is a giant chocolate fountain
Where we sat and wished for
Well I have been in here for two or three days and they
won't let me out! No. They've left me stuck in this here studio and what can I do but mumble
pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats
imma hustle hard until I die
Ain't no pouting round here nigga pennies by nigga pie
Thats my slice of ghetto heaven
I talk to god fuck the reverend
an archer wields his bow
I believe when the arrow finds its mark, it pierces the soul
Three songs for a quarter each time I open my case
Four chords
What's all the fuss about all the hula
Can't speak Spanish but I know green is mula
Blinded by a light but the lord's by my side
Above and below
in agony
Mr. 1-2-3-5
Living off the 99
Take me by the 103
You underrated mystery
Another day and I'm trapped in my thoughts again
Could you just pick
on the wall
Condemned by the critics who want to tear me down
When it's just another lyric going for a song
We're low on life on the highway in search
This time the magic number is two
'Cause it takes two, not three, to seduce
My destiny of love is brought to an apex
Sex is a mere molecule
In this
excuse
This time the magic number is two
'Cause it takes two, not three, to seduce
My destiny of love is brought to an apex
Sex is a mere molecule
In
Yo
This song is
Aiyyo Dunn this song is called Sunshower
Cause we approachin' the final hour
You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers
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