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| Song: | If This World Were Mine |
| Album: | Vivid Canvas | Genres: | |
| Year: | | Length: | 146 sec |
Lyricist: K.A.A.N.
Lyrics:
[Verse 1] Give me just one second, Imma take you Way back when I had no help though All I had was a dream and a pen though Only one I would ever depend on Is the man in the mirror I see him Panickin' through the rhyme and I'm seething Can't trust when they change like seasons I'm a natural loner, I leave them I'm a well versed leader, on speaker Said it's all for the takin', I'm feastin' Bumpin' and thumpin' and jumpin' around I think they in love with the sound Don't turn this shit down The flow is amazin', they feel it I fornicate to flip a pen I guess it did Never been timid my friend, silence just let me begin Ah, still remember every difficult moment So how in the fuck could you judge me? I would take thirty-five dollars to go and record Middle of Baltimore, I'm from the county I'm not familiar with my new surroundings Honestly, I don't like people around me An extra fifty for the proper mix I'm tired of stressin' over basic shit I couldn't take it, lord, I had to elevate it So I sacrificed so I could regulate it I never hesitate, I made a confident move I know what I want so I am never confused The view that I see from my beautiful pew Is purely subjective, I swear that it was A different perspective so now I can live My positivity's infectious
[Verse 2] Oh lord, just bring the bass up again I came on here with an attitude, nigga' Takin' what I want to, no gratitude, nigga' Gimme three years, Imma pass them niggas Man, I got no time I can waste I can't be holdin' no grudges, I don't need negative energy Instead of giving you hate, I create and kill with soliloquies Hol' up, back to the story I was tellin' from the I-95 with the windows down, one destination Gotta make it there Off a Steel Reserve, my partner laughin' Police behind me, nigga', light the blunt And turn the system louder, I ain't thinkin' about them I'm gone I get the pedal and move with speed No other way that I kill a beat My flow is like methamphetamines Listen close and you'll be high as hell Indubitably the way I excel Insidiously you will make assumptions They ain't saying nothing I advise revision He who wrote the sentence is a poet or saint Got no complaints, I'm ecstatic as fuck Keepin' the faith and you pressin' your luck I'm in a situation feelin' stuck Focus as ever proceeded with concentration Nigga' imma get it, got no time for waiting Why the fuck are we talking about the payment How the money come into the conversation? People change every day, man this shit is crazy
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