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(PAWL)
Be Up There
Be A Star
(x4)
(Omekka)
French Connection we prevail
French and connecting
With my madamoiselle
Got a numb cold feel
Cuz the world's so chill
Never wear many hats
Or ride coattails
Mekka for the fam
Illiana cartel
We callin next
Like we knew RL
Before we go starvin
Without no meal
Gators on my feet
Will foot the bill
I be
Dead alive
If looks would kill
The face of steel
Will shoot to kill
Through
Trial and error
You'll never fail
Now stones in my watch
(Ah Well)
Bumping Chrisette Michelle
Estelle
Then we sail
To a sailor sail to sand
We all the same
You over aged
You pampered up
My heart's my home
The land of love
(PAWL)
Be Up There
Be A Star
(x4)
(Omekka)
Eat at Fourquet
On Champ Elyse
Croquets and breast
Casa leaves
Bonaparte my
Red bone petite
Who is kesh off belly
In the parsley green?
(J Pierre)
Pardon me King
She my French African Queen
English her second language
Excuse the slur in her speech
Sexy and sweet
Still kinda funny to me
I still remember those times
When we first used to meet
The French Vanilla
With the caramel
Had the cookies and cream
What a sight to see
Hand to hand
No following me
Lemme think
I never knew one
So deep
Pretty as can be
The same complexion
Woman who birthed me
It's so unique
The way she take
Pride in her greet
Take my hand
Bow her head
And kiss each cheek
My queen
Don't need to be
Shopping for queens
The ruler of Chicago
Your highness
Prince J V
(PAWL)
Be Up There
Be A Star
(x4)
(KEEYNOTE)
Autotune Bridge (A-O Vowels)
(PAWL)
Be Out There
Be A Star
(x4)
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PAWL)
I Really Wanna Know
Is it Easy To Let Go
Living On Skid Row
With No Tomorrow
(x2)
(Landon Wordswell)
Then she asked me
Why do i still stop by
With a license to kill
She can fill my drive
With my lies I conceal
And I feel sky high
She's my angel in the outfield
That steals pop flies
Don't believe in much
But I still got God
Don't believe in gettin even
But I still got odds
Wasn't really eatin
I ain't wanna play
But I was just teething
Now I want a taste
Please
You don't wanna see me on my knees
I was greater
Cuttin up to get a little cheese
Talkin bout the future
Gave a little feedback
About taking care of my sons
The new Steve Nash
I'mma be that
And never relapse
Prove my daddy wrong
Wherever he's at
What you taught me?
You can't teach that
New tricks old dog
But the fleas back
Scratch and sniff
Until I move dollars
Still got me itchin
On my blue collar
That a new scholar
That every group follow
The Humpy that made
The chickens in the coop holla
Taught me confidence
To keep my head high
A trooper in the storm
Now I'm a Jedi
Said the right rhymes
I said lemme try
Inked a couple lines
Said betty bye
Started biting on me
And never let up
Only problem now
Is just the bed bugs
The dreams I had
I leave them with you
Guess if I make my bed
Then I sleep in it too
So every chance I get now
I sneak in the booth
No sleepin to do
Just speakin to you
I mean I loved you
You that chick
But on the real though
How could you do that shit?
I felt helpless and borderline selfish
See I can't help switch
The cards you were dealt with
Shoulda known
How could I be so blind
The physical didn't let me see you're soul dying
Right in front of my eyes
In front of my arms
I cried when you summoned the swarm
Call me what you will
But you dudes fake
What the fuck would you do
If it was too late?
So I really wanna know
Was it easy to let go?
Was it magic
One two three then presto?
The bunny's out the hat
Come back
And let's roll
And that's cold
Drown your sorrows
But what about
The ones you let float?
Maybe I'm just silly to you
I don't mean no harm
I'm just really confused
(PAWL)
I Really Wanna Know
Is it Easy To Let Go
Living On Skid Row
With No Tomorrow
(x2)
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(PAWL)
Only You
You Read It Briskly Too
You Walk Yourself Into
The Empty Room
(x2)
Yeah
Only You
What
Only You
(X2)
(Chris Blount)
My name is Chris Blount
And God loves me so yall can’t tell me shit
And I was told to bless the track with my benevolence
The Gentlemen of Leisure do it for the hell of it
We keep it real when everybody else embellishing
Paul and I were politicking, I was telling him
How since we did that last joint
That they been on us ever since
He said “Cool holla at me when you get in town”
So now I’m in the spot…You know it’s going down
See we collaborate to make the magnificent
People hate us cause they recognize the difference
Plus we got the homie Keeynote on the instruments
We trying to body everything now, we killing them
Funny how they wasn’t listening like talking about it
Now every time we write a song they want to talk about it
I keep it moving because I’m kind of used to getting doubted
So I’m like fuck them if they feel some type of way about it
It’s like the hippies, done combined with the gritty
And designed something witty to provide for your city
And
It’s so superb how he’s brilliant with the words
He exemplifies the curb
While he do it for the burbs
If you ain’t heard it’s the champagne sipper crew
If ninja’s hate seeing us winning; commit seppuku
Sometimes you gotta face the mirror just to get the truth
And confront the one that holds you down
Only you
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instrumental
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Skid Row (instrumental)
03:21
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instrumental
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PAWL
a singer/songwriter and arranger who defies categorization with every new release. Dabbles in indie pop, folk/jazz, rock, and hip hop.
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