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Terrace Martin - It's Real lyrics
Im costing, all zoned out, love in my heart
Plenty in my pockets burnt out
Sunny day now it aint
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 thats all that I see, wake up yeah around 78 degrees
West side to the east side, yeah thats me
Pick up my socks and let me play for you
Let me play for you, you, you
Hey yo, Im cut from a different cloth, flossed in my own tossTerrace Martin - It's Real - http://motolyrics.com/terrace-martin/its-real-lyrics.html
Im on another frequency, top dog underboss
They say we sworn the secrecy, the blood or forsaken
Dont take miseducation, its decorated with hatred, Im 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 doors crack, of course youre feeling left out
In fact, we used to watch you in example of not to do
Quite my mood, I guess Im feeling some sort of way
The bright side, sunshine, its a lovely day
Im thinking high power till the death of me
Hustle like youre broke, till your e got the recipe
Its real, its real