Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin - It's Real songtekst
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I’m costing, all zoned out, love in my heart Plenty in my pockets burnt out Sunny day now it ain’t Always what it seems Little homies wearing skinnies, big homies sipping lean And we stay so clean, white walls, hunned spokes Halls on the … hottest women and the best dough Living by the water and we still in the ghetto Playing miles davis abso and if she her soul And that’s all that I see, wake up yeah around 78 degrees West side to the east side, yeah that’s me Pick up my socks and let me play for you Let me play for you, you, you Hey yo, I’m cut from a different cloth, flossed in my own toss I’m on another frequency, top dog underboss They say we sworn the secrecy, the blood or forsaken Don’t take miseducation, it’s decorated with hatred, I’m patient But this is a celebration, you gonna waste it, debating the trills that we blazing Underestimating your own greatness, this call hating Just a minor miscalculation But I can get you back on track, just follow the paw prints that we left out back At door’s crack, of course you’re feeling left out In fact, we used to watch you in example of not to do Quite my mood, I guess I’m feeling some sort of way The bright side, sunshine, it’s a lovely day I’m thinking high power till the death of me Hustle like you’re broke, till your e got the recipe It’s real, it’s real