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Natasha Bedingfield - Who I Am lyrics Posted: I know I can reach the top of the world Be all I am it is so beautiful If only... I could be brave and I could be strong I would know where I belong If only I wanna feel free to be who I am And coz in the world I meant to be I wanna feel free to be who I am |
Posted: (Chuuwee) Aye. Great How many days did it take the snake to rear her sexy ass face in the place (Hook) Money always on my mind, I don't know about yours Puff, Puff, Pass... I'm high (Trizz) Get down cuz I said so, stick ups if my bread low, I get high and I get low, I get drunk I get slow. Motivated, medicated, elevated, I stay faded. Shame ain't it? always wasted, all this fuckin time wasted. Still famous, still made it. Ho ass niggas, they still hatin'. Written in Smoke, she still play it. Her nigga mad, he fuckin hate it. Eat a dick you fuckin hater. Pimp nigga, I'm fuckin player. Use a bitch then fuckin' play her. Open legs I fuck and ate her. Dumb it down for you slow niggas. Talk shit to you ho niggas. Rap with only these dope niggas. We kick back and we smoke nigga. Co-llab we won't nigga, unless you got that doe nigga. Chances are, you don't nigga. I tell you about these broke niggas (Hook) |
Posted: And the gulls to their cry And their cry to the wind And the wind belongs to no-one I gave my breath to the song Leaving this ghost of a road Toward the seed that God sowed Oh Baby The writing's on, the writing's on This land belongs to the gulls |
Posted: Nigga, I'm high off living, do what you do Live how you live, hold your opinion Probably cough into a coma if you hit that bowl God bless the man if he just that bold You don't do it like we do, nah, we don't believe you You niggas on that K2, we smoking sour diesel Kushed God, bitch, nigga chief like Katonah Flow bonkers, been fly since Tonka Contraband left on my dresser Bagged up, got extras, more bread to get up I hustle, I ain't letting up These wild niggas sleep, money still printing up So I be Zombie status With my Zombie niggas, getting all this cabbage Kushed God in the physical, Smokers Club original Members are minimal Don't give me no bammer weed Don't give me no bammer weed Not swagger, but effervescence, some say that sex is a weapon Don't give me no bammer weed |
Posted: I woke up in the morning, I woke up in the morning I woke up in the morning, I woke up in the morning high as hell I woke up in the morning high as hell I woke up in the morning high as hell I woke up in the morning high as hell Still faded, but nigga can't you tell Can't you tell, nigga can't you tell I woke up in the morning high as hell Can't you tell, nigga can't you tell I woke up in the morning high as hell I woke up this morning so high I woke up in the morning, I woke up in the morning Woke up in the morning, grab some weed, a joint and rolled it I woke up in the morning, I woke up in the morning High, in the sky, Superman I woke up in the morning, I woke up in the morning |
Posted: Ma! Surrounding tain ma brain… |
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