1. |
FOLLOW THRU
04:28
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[Verse 1: July Quin]
You don’t deserve my type of love lets cut the cord
You always find something to say you insecure
You got that kinda vibe that I just can’t support
Why torture our souls when we could let it go?
[Bridge]
They said that you
Would never make it close to where you are
They wrong, you proved you strong
We cleanse, we clear
We commit to ourselves with no fear
With no fear
They don’t want none
Every time a nigga tryin’ be
Another nigga wanna start something
But it’s all good cause I know where I’ma end up in the long run
I’ma tell you like they told me, little home better boss up
Little homie better boss up
[Chorus: July Quin]
We run the morrow
Don’t fear the follow thru
When you’re at an all low
Better get up, better get up
Tell em what you want from me
What you want from me?
Tell em what you want from me
What you want from me?
Tell em what you want from me
Tell em what you want from me
Tell em what you want from me
What you want from me?
Tell em what you want from me
[Bridge]
They said that you
Would never make it close to where you are
They wrong, you proved you strong
We cleanse, we clear
We commit to ourselves with no fear
With no fear
[Pre-Chorus: July Quin]
They don’t want none
Every time a nigga tryin’ be
Another nigga wanna start something
But it’s all good cause I know where I’ma end up in the long run
I’ma tell you like they told me, little home better boss up
Little homie better boss up
[Chorus: July Quin]
We run the morrow
Don’t fear the follow thru
When you’re at an all low
Better get up, better get up
Tell em what you want from me
What you want from me?
Tell em what you want from me
[Verse 2: July Quin]
All of my life I’ve bottled myself
Bawled out my eyes and balled up my fist
Niggas gon’ pay for all of that time they ordered my time
But hoarded my checks
In hindsight foresights all that I might
Need as the keys for all of my drive
I see the kingdom, all of my dreams are well within reach if I reach within me
Gotta jab, jab, stick up to get my cash quicker
Get off my ass, pick up the gas, the match lit up (I’m on fire)
I’m the octane, the Wiz, gold boy gon’ blow up, Bronx made the kid
I’m so fly gotta clear me, want to Cobain me
I’m so ice cold so boy you can’t chill me
And the visual concept is criminal content
To kill with the wheel cause I’m steering the process
[Bridge]
They said that you
Would never make it close to where you are
They wrong, you proved you strong
We cleanse, we clear
We commit to ourselves with no fear
With no fear
[Pre-Chorus: July Quin]
They don’t want none
Every time a nigga tryin’ be
Another nigga wanna start something
But it’s all good cause I know where I’ma end up in the long run
I’ma tell you like they told me, little home better boss up
Little homie better boss up
[Chorus: July Quin]
We run the morrow
Don’t fear the follow thru
When you’re at an all low
Better get up, better get up
Tell em what you want from me
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2. |
LION HEART
03:48
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[Intro: July Quin + Sample]
Woo! Woo
This is (yeah ’93 baby, Quinsum gimme some)
A world (hallelujah, holla back)
Premiere (one time for the drop)
“—Shorty—Shorty—“
“—Yella—Yella—“
“—Soul—Soul—“
“—Like—Like to switch up—Like to switch up”
[Chorus: July Quin]
Heart was in the sky now I’m crashing
Call up my demons say I’m fast in fall
Hell is right below me in my path and
Everything about it feels so natural
Night feel like light when it flash me
Right by my side like a fashion
So it seem bright when they pass me
Or when I pull up, pull up, pull up
[Verse 1: July Quin]
My, my, my virtue fell and I rose by sin
Somehow I knew I’d get it all the way in
Either by hook or crook
I seal but wield my insecurities well
It’s a jutsu, spell, tell me how do I look
I’m trying to recapture the feeling of Dilla, bridging the wizard kid
Five pillars, we cap peelers but middle fingers flip
Krillin shit, I’m solar flaring but polar bearing, cold
Bold enough to know I’d never feel a ceiling grip
Now some niggas have to sell a brick, I just wanna celebrate
Freedom is Pinocchio, the world can play ventriloquist
Thriller like some zipper shit, BDSM
We be the FM, the frequency, they keep us convinced
That we the foolish group who grew ungrateful for the usual
Lab rats to ‘em running circles like some hula hoops
Trust me it behooves you, kill off the narrative
See, life’s a marriage and it’s off by the funeral
[Chorus: July Quin]
Heart was in the sky now I’m crashing
Call up my demons say I’m fast in fall
Hell is right below me in my path and
Everything about it feels so natural
Night feel like light when it flash me
Right by my side like a fashion
So it seem bright when they pass me
Or when I pull up, pull up, pull up
[Verse 2: July Quin]
Death is relentless, killed all my friendships
Confess this best as I can attest
It’s complex but selective, could you detect this
Perplexed state of mind I inflect with
I sense my words don’t have will
Pockets don’t hold bills
Life don’t know thrill, I wanna kill it off
Cause in a world that was built to steer you off direction
We don’t know chill we don’t Netflix, yeah
So fuck a cold winter this a Dopinder
Death cab for a cutie and she so precious
I’ma make a killing, yeah I’ma go get it
I know you heard things but you gon’ know different
And if I’m owed money for some old business
It’ gon’ come back double just like some old feelings
I’m politicking with the relics in the heavens above
They told me grip up on the elements and empty the slug
[Outro: July Quin]
La luz existe en la oscuridad por aquí
El rey de la noche es liberara
Un trono hecho especial, solo para el
Él vendrá vivo por la noche, por la noche
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3. |
LAS NOCHES
04:36
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[Chorus: July Quin]
I never asked for this
The fact that I’m alive is much to my surprise
In fact it’s straight miraculous
I feel that I’ma die by my demise
Before I can find success
Well I’ma fight my best
Call up the devil tell em get on my level
Then tell em get off my dick
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Tell em get off my dick
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Tell em get off my dick
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Tell em get off my dick
Get off my dick
[Pre-Verse: July Quin]
Always awake in Las Noches
My body don’t know resolution, save me
I find it hard just to focus
Losing my grip on the real life daily
I must relinquish this hopeless
Feeling that’s crept in my bones, come wake me
I’m just a king of the broken
Thorns in my roses
[Verse: July Quin]
Yeah but I got poise in the poison
Though it’s nothing for your enjoyment
If you could kill it off then I would say avoid it
Cause when I hit a high I can still hear the voices
Trauma ain’t a game get my pulse off the joystick
That’s probably why I never bring my boys with
Cause I float in the realm of the void-less
And I know that the love bring the noise but
My demons came for the party and now they loitering
So tell me what you want, what you really, really want yeah
Quit talking spicy, bet you still a buttercup yeah
Me I’m Rowdyruff, Rowdyruff, Rowdyruff bitch
I know that the energy I’m giving off you lust it
I know that the remedies the death of the illustrious
Life is a Swanton Bomb so they duck sick, sick
Drip, drip old money rule the grip
Nip tuck it cause nobody made a come up where I live, yup
[Bridge: July Quin]
What is it has you all worked up?
How come you never time to spill what’s on your mind?
Everybody here knows what’s up
Why you missing your blessings? Haven’t you learned your lesson?
When did this all get so dark?
How come you wanna run so far?
One day you’re gonna find your God
One day it’s gonna be gone
[Chorus: July Quin]
I never asked for this
The fact that I’m alive is much to my surprise
In fact it’s straight miraculous
I feel that I’ma die by my demise
Before I can find success
Well I’ma fight my best
Call up the devil tell em get on my level
Then tell em get off my dick
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Tell em get off my dick
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Tell em get off my dick
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Tell em get off my dick
Get off my dick
[Outro]
Despite what you might have to say
I’ma keep on dreaming
I know I still believe it cause
I’ll be up and away
So fuck these demons
I don’t need a reason to live
Or to love
Cause I know at the end of the day
I’ma give it all that I got
Despite what you might have to say, might have to say
[Modified Chorus: July Quin]
I never asked for this
In fact it’s straight miraculous
Before I can find success
Well I’ma fight my best
Call up the devil tell em get on my level
Then tell em get off my dick
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[Intro: BuddhaFlip]
Used to hate to talk about it
I dipped my toes in it and walked around it
Turning off the auto pilot
Man in the mirror something’s different ‘bout him
I nosedive in my fears now
I got some closets in my home
And if I’m ever gonna own it I’ma have to let these tears down
The truth ain’t always pretty pictures
[Pre-Chorus: July Quin]
My body, is calling
Out for something that’s true
I’m yearning, I want it
I hope that I find it in you
Come on what’s your hurry?
Forget about your worries fall
We all came to party
So everybody get involved
[Chorus: July Quin]
Back up in this bitch
One time let a nigga stretch
Pull up with your set
Steady mobbing fuck do you expect?
When it come to this I don’t stress
Watch a nigga flex
You know it
You know it
You ain’t got the class, you ain’t pass
Homie you ain’t this
Oh you too upset
Oh you mad, oh you big and mad
When it come to this I don’t stress
Watch a nigga flex
You know it
You know it
[Verse 1: July Quin]
I was born to be a flirt and a mack but
Only cause the city that I’m in
Is rotten to the core for the bachelors
And my daddy had a way with the drip
Otherwise I do not chat chit
I did not come to commit
Only thing in life make me anxious
Is when the reaper come to collect
So I work it like a math test
Instead of working a job
Push sixteens to a graduate
Cause I flunked high school I had dropped
And I know one day it’ll catch up
All this trauma of ours
My homie said get your heart fixed
But yo one thing at a time
Cause what if all I think about is trying to get up out the boogie down
fuck around I might not get another chance
I’m a product of the riot starters, dope boy, block party posse
It’s a manga when my art be on the fritz
It’s far from a stretch cause you aim for the sky
If you wanna be a God it’s an arm and a leg
And a leg and an arm, and a head, bet
I be screaming out Hovi home
Might know Christ when I grow my hair out for the rodeo
Like I’m Corleone, I don’t push weight but I might push tapes
If you know you know
It’s a life but I do suppose
It could leave you on overload
Have I reached my prime?
Will I live my life?
Did I spill my soul?
[Pre-Chorus: July Quin + BuddhaFlip]
My body (My body) is calling (Is calling)
Out for something that’s true
I’m yearning (I’m yearning) I want it (I want it)
I hope that I find it in you
Come on what’s your hurry?
Forget about your worries fall
We all came to party (We all came to party)
So everybody get involved
[Chorus: July Quin]
Back up in this bitch
One time let a nigga stretch
Pull up with your set
Steady mobbing fuck do you expect?
When it come to this I don’t stress
Watch a nigga flex
You know it
You know it
You ain’t got the class, you ain’t pass
Homie you ain’t this
Oh you too upset
Oh you mad, oh you big and mad
When it come to this I don’t stress
Watch a nigga flex
You know it
You know it
[Verse 2: July Quin]
Going for bliss
Thru my ballistic ambitions, won't wither with fear or regrets
Still I’m perplexed
I must profess to the plethora of nonsense that gets in my head
Killing myself
Peeling the layers that make up the greatness, I cover it well
Nobody knows, fuck it as long as I cook out the stove, touch down on road
Somewhere along, if I’m alone, I guess its law
I don’t wanna trip and someones involved
I could do all of the bad on my own
Stories I told to carry the weight
Buried my faith and then chariots came, I swear it was fate
It’s the coming of age for niggas with trauma from back in the days
You know what I’m saying?
I put in the work in when no one was paying
Make sacrifices when nobody praying
Kept it together when they tried to sway it
Then got depressed and now they wanna weigh in?
Way that I see it I’m fighting for freedom, my light and ideas, my rhyme and my reason
Nothing facetious, life is a bitch so before I die I’ma cheat it
Then I’ma re-up, ooo yeah what
Fresh as a prince I’m bound by a will like I’m Nia, ooo yeah what
They don’t want that, no they don’t wanna see me even, ooo yeah what
All of the blessings I’ve fought for in life I’m receiving
That’s just the wave, welcome to sea sick, nigga we be it, yeah
[Outro: Zay Mason]
Man, your mind state is all you got
The moment you let them take that shit from you dawg
It’s lights out
Might as well keep em on right?
You can’t let nobody alter your vision or alter your drive bro
You got the steering wheel na'mean?
It don’t make no sense
Let’s go get them dollars
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[Chorus: July Quin + Will Shish + BuddhaFlip]
I come around yeah, it’s all the usual
You like to talk a big game that you ain’t used to
That’s that attention
Need something different
Cause every time I holla back you mention
Who you flexing on and talking down
But I don’t give a fuck about that vibe
You shitting on your best friend now, got less friends now
But I don’t give a fuck about that vibe
Circle getting strengthened nah your friends just lie
But I don’t give a fuck about your vibe
Selling me your best lit lie, your best friends slide
But I don’t give a fuck about your vibe, a fuck about your vibe
[Verse 1: July Quin]
You ain’t gotta explain
Nah, nah I get it
You trying to do things but your
Never full in the spirit
And it’s hard to exchange when your
Never willing to give in, yeah
But you know if it was real if it was written
When everything’s clicking for you
Time to double up
What you got or, what you need
What you tripping over, what’s your favorite things?
What you willing to give up all for your dreams?
What you know? What you know?
What you got or, what you need
What you tripping over, what’s your favorite things?
What you willing to give up all for your dreams?
What you know? What you know?
[Chorus: July Quin + Will Shish + BuddhaFlip]
I come around yeah, it’s all the usual
You like to talk a big game that you ain’t used to
That’s that attention
Need something different
Cause every time I holla back you mention
Who you flexing on and talking down
But I don’t give a fuck about that vibe
You shitting on your best friend now, got less friends now
But I don’t give a fuck about that vibe
Circle getting strengthened nah your friends just lie
But I don’t give a fuck about your vibe
Selling me your best lit lie, your best friends slide
But I don’t give a fuck about your vibe, a fuck about your vibe
[Verse 2: July Quin]
This that pardon me, art of more
I’m on a different clock so when you
Speak of my peak you should watch it because your timing off
Mind exhaust from catching vibes that I do not absorb
You have a way bout your feelings that I do not endorse
Clock in, clock out what you do for it?
I’m Doc Brown on some future shit
I take the guns out the fist when the jewels connect because the mic skill killer and the proof intact
And my new shit my noose shit
You can’t hang with me
Plus your new shit that boo shit
Watch em ghost Whoopi
This that deuce less your engine fueled
Learn to stick and move
On my crew like the neck includes
I can’t fuck with you
Cause you regular you extra, you ain’t bringing bout no message
I ain’t present, you ain’t gifted, you too shifty, you ain’t shit
[Chorus: July Quin + Will Shish + BuddhaFlip]
I come around yeah, it’s all the usual
You like to talk a big game that you ain’t used to
That’s that attention
Need something different
Cause every time I holla back you mention
Who you flexing on and talking down
But I don’t give a fuck about that vibe
You shitting on your best friend now, got less friends now
But I don’t give a fuck about that vibe
Circle getting strengthened nah your friends just lie
But I don’t give a fuck about your vibe
Selling me your best lit lie, your best friends slide
But I don’t give a fuck about your vibe, a fuck about your vibe
[Outro: BuddhaFlip + July Quin]
I come around, it’s all the usual
You like to talk a big game you ain’t used to
That’s that attention
Need something different
Cause every time I holla back you mention who
You flexing on and talking down
Best friends now, got less friends now
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[Chorus: July Quin]
I gotta go
I think I’ma get outta dodge cause you do the most
And I’m so tired of getting involved
I know that your working thru problems
But I don’t wanna talk I need silence
Sometimes you keep me outta pocket
And that leaves me way too uninspired
So I need to weigh other options
Ever since the day I decided
Hmmmmm, what love means to me
So I’ma go
I know I’ma get outta dodge cause you do the most
And I’m tired of getting involved so I’ma go
So I’ma go
[Verse: July Quin]
I got new demands
I need new provisions
Pro like New Japan
I ain’t new to physics
What we got is good
But I do solicit
We could split away hey, I ain’t superstitious
Fuck what you mean to me
That’s how it needs to be
Leaving me, leisurely, or else it’s thievery
Cause you see where I’m from
It’s just me and me
Over you and yours, so watch for what you say to me
Night round knights on call
Vigilance takes no sleep
You Michael C. Hall
Now I’m six feet deep
I rush, I might crash
Moving at breakneck speed
You clock into the crib
Then you clock into me
Time will, time might tell
At this point not sure
Let’s get down to the root
Let’s get down to the source
Tear me, wear me apart
Much as you run from your past
Cycles ran the alarm
I know things won’t last
[Chorus: July Quin]
I gotta go
I think I’ma get outta dodge cause you do the most
And I’m so tired of getting involved
I know that your working thru problems
But I don’t wanna talk I need silence
Sometimes you keep me outta pocket
And that leaves me way too uninspired
So I need to weigh other options
Ever since the day I decided
Hmmmmm, what love means to me
So I’ma go
I know I’ma get outta dodge cause you do the most
And I’m tired of getting involved so I’ma go
So I’ma go
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7. |
THE MORNING
02:59
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[Chorus: July Quin]
Won't be denied
No not tonight
Nor the morning
Out on the move
Love on the loose
Let us all in
Some sound advice
Don’t be surprised
When it comes for you
Comes for you
Some sound advice
Don’t be surprised
When it comes for you
Comes for you
[Verse: July Quin]
I’m a ’93 boogie boy
Last few years living in noir
Now I hit em with the Diddy bop
Block hot full of Nitty Scotts
Bathgate to the Concourse
At the live arts, by large
Then we hit a five star
The way we living we gon’ die hard
Cause trauma clap back like an encore
Ugh, I’m sick, I’m in the motion
The semi with me and it with the bullshit
The verbs spit nigga that’s a word smith
A murks-man, murder, murder, jerk, clench
What the matter boy you pissed off?
Pussy nigga put your fist up
My dogs cold catch a frostbite
Life’s a bitch, I don’t listen to no bitch bark
Homie but you know this, I don’t do the pay back I pay it forward
My ex chick texting me for closure
So I sent her roses
Cause you ain’t smell em when we clicked
And you dead to me so get to decomposing
Bitch you don’t know me
Fuck off my name
Everybody food and tonight is a buffet
So I’ma grab a plate and give yo ass a forklift
Nah this ain’t no record this a fiend with a dope hit, look
Who you vibing, who you dying, who you riding with?
Is it not as complicated? Is it not as serious?
I know I was slacking off but now I’m not a risk
Who you really loving deep without the politics?
So I got you if you ever need
Things said but they said with reasons
I got some friends I don’t ever see
So when they say it's worth it, bitch it better be
[Chorus: July Quin]
Won't be denied
No not tonight
Nor the morning
Out on the move
Love on the loose
Let us all in
Some sound advice
Don’t be surprised
When it comes for you
Comes for you
Some sound advice
Don’t be surprised
When it comes for you
Comes for you
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[Pre-Chorus]
This that pull up, pull up
It’s a function with the homies
From the floor up, tore up
Got my number? Then come call me
I might roll one, pour up
Glass of wine or that OG
I’m gon’ do what I want
Don’t be acting like you know me
I don’t do well, do well
With that fake shit or that phony
What’s the motive, modus, operandi, por la noche?
You gon’ show up, show off, pop that pussy? Then come show me
Ain’t no telling what we might get in
This one’s for the fucking flip
[Chorus: July Quin]
Cause once I come up off this next shit
You switch direction
That’s fine by me but come correct
They know the treasure where the X is
They trying to flex shit
From outta me pero por que?
Come at me acting brand new
See what it do (Brrrrt, Brrrt, Brrrt, Brrrt!)
They know the treasure where the X is
They trying to flex shit
[Verse 1: July Quin]
This is just some player shit I wrote for my
Alabaster, salamander, soul senpais
Hunnid million sold with the stroke since I
Came up off the game, came up off the game
I’m gon’ move them units thru my hubris, feel like
You gon’ fuel them rumors thru delusions, switch sides
I rack all my mula, such Fallujah jedi
Cause bitch I’m Kylo Ren, bitch I’m Kylo Ren
Graveyard shift turn to dirt in my jeans
Pockets of presi’s who dead, I’m in grief
Divorce from the corpse you a window in weep
And the morgue is a bitch
Mind state entrees, bring them chips closer
Hydrate, violate, put the clips on ya
Or the rubber bands, bet I make a flip off ya
When I’m shooting them dice
Niggas be like dammit BlaZe you changed
Bitch it’s Quin but the heat the same
I was BuddhaFlipping to computer chips
Over Nujabes, so call a spade a spade
This here for ya if ya on vacation
Really for ya, more ya, if ya day one
Really here to show you all the apex
So I’m going gorilla out the basement
[Pre-Chorus]
This that pull up, pull up
It’s a function with the homies
From the floor up, tore up
Got my number? Then come call me
I might roll one, pour up
Glass of wine or that OG
I’m gon’ do what I want
Don’t be acting like you know me
[Chorus: July Quin]
Cause once I come up off this next shit
You switch direction
That’s fine by me but come correct
They know the treasure where the X is
They trying to flex shit
From outta me pero por que?
Come at me acting brand new
See what it do (Brrrrt, Brrrt, Brrrt, Brrrt!)
[Pre-Verse: BuddhaFlip]
Quin said he want the player so
I’ma bring out the player
Couple niggas might be mad though and shit you feel me?
Shit be like that, I ain't gonna lie, I don’t know why
[Verse 2: BuddhaFlip]
I ain't come here for no scenes
But you got a mug and its mean
Nah I ain’t tryna to capture your queen
Playing chess I’m protecting my cream
Feel like MJ, I’m bad as can be
Found a girl that was dangerous to me
Man I tried to moonwalk out that trap
But that bitch found a bill in my jeans
Everyone has an opinion, ain’t superseding my vision
You thinking this should be given like my only options to give it
Couldn’t stick to not agreeing when you brought the opps and they grippin
Low-key I really been tweaking, my demons calling for a victim
They poked ya mans in the back
So I unleash the rat-tat-tat now you fresh outta luck
I keep a strap, call it black cat
Didn’t think I would attack, I been down on my luck
Ain’t nobody getting dick tonight
Pussy been feeling like kryptonite, I switch it up
Wasn’t trying to live a victim life
Chose to hit em with a different vibe ugh
[Modified Pre-Chorus: July Quin & BuddhaFlip]
This that pull up, pull up
From—From—From—From
From the floor up, tore up
I might—I might—I might—I might
Roll one, pour up (Buddha flipping till he skrrt)
(No play let's get to work)
(Funny movement’s I swerve)
I’m gon’ do what I want (Stunting got em on alert)
Okay let’s get the money
[Chorus: July Quin]
Cause once I come up off this next shit
You switch direction
That’s fine by me but come correct
They know the treasure where the X is
They trying to flex shit
From outta me pero por que?
Come at me acting brand new
See what it do
They know the treasure where the X is
They trying to flex shit
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9. |
FOR MYSELF
03:26
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[Verse 1: July Quin]
Tonight I’m just chillin’
Gon’ call my friends over
And I’ma get over you
I got a good feeling
That I’ma find someone
Cause this love is overdue
I used to love ya like no other, hoped that you would be the mother of my daughter, my son, yeah
I would pull up on ya any hour whenever you needed my attention or love, yeah
But now a days it’s a problem that we always starting, told me you don’t have time, so
So I’m rolling with my homies in the middle of the night to get you outta my mind
[Chorus: July Quin]
For the first time
In quite a while
I have decided that I’m riding, that I’m grinding for myself
So don’t come by me
Or try to holla
I have decided that I’m grinding, that I’m riding for myself
[Verse 2: July Quin]
I know of all the little secrets, why you telling me lies?
It’s ill-advised and you know it’s in my process to process
The mind set is simply finding new horizons that’s tantalizing
A vibe I waited all my life for
Wide eyed child why you wanna die young?
Strung one, hung up, the lyrics come undone
Like an unsung hero
You must be miseducated cause any x-factor that come you take literal
And all the time that you tend to waste all pivotal
Don’t you know that money ain’t your greatest asset
With that said let me hit you with the flip side
I’ma call up all my homies get the flex right, na na
Then we spend the night cruising
All my youth I been searching for the truth
Look I found it, here’s the proof
It’s all in me and I’ma choose, I’ma choose it
[Verse 3: July Quin]
Tonight I’m just chillin’
Gon’ call my friends over
And I’ma get over you
I got a good feeling
That I’ma find someone
Cause this love is overdue
I used to love ya like no other, hoped that you would be the mother of my daughter, my son, yeah
I would pull up on ya any hour whenever you needed my attention or love, yeah
But now a days it’s a problem that we always starting, told me you don’t have time, so
So I’m rolling with my homies in the middle of the night to get you outta my mind
[Chorus: July Quin]
For the first time
In quite a while
I have decided that I’m riding, that I’m grinding for myself
So don’t come by me
Or try to holla
I have decided that I’m grinding, that I’m riding for myself
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M.I.A
03:29
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[Chorus: July Quin]
I’ll be M.I.A
I’ll be M.I.A, out
I do things my way
Fuck up out my face now
Whether night by day, weather night by day
Screaming bomaye
Screaming bomaye, bounce
I’ll be M.I.A
I’ll be M.I.A
I do things my way
Fuck up out my face now
Whether night by day, weather night by day
Screaming bomaye
Screaming bomaye
I’ll be M.I.A (M.I.A!)
I’ll be M.I.A (M.I.A!)
I do things my way (Things my way!)
Fuck up out my face now (Up out my face now!)
Whether night by day (Night by day!), weather night by day (Night by day!)
Screaming bomaye (Bomaye!)
Screaming bomaye, bounce (Bomaye!)
I’ll be M.I.A (M.I.A!)
I’ll be M.I.A (M.I.A!)
I do things my way (Things my way!)
Fuck up out my face now (Up out my face now!)
Whether night by day (Night by day!), weather night by day (Night by day!)
Screaming bomaye (Bomaye!)
Screaming bomaye, bounce (Bomaye!)
[Verse: July Quin]
Boy I been running the soul out my audio before the rubber would crease
I got the juice like its fiction, it’s slick like Travolta and I don’t mean grease
They won’t deny me the nani, I’m naughty with mine so I’m not on the list
Kweli and Jon B but bitch I was raised by the Gotti, Ashanti, So bodies on me
Yeah I’m the papa OG, and you snotty nose, vamanos, rapido please
Pour me coqui and the morir soñando, I’m bori, before I be forty I’ll bring
All the glorious warriors born in the deep of the trench of the boogie
Where zombies and ghoulies gon’ creep on you slowly and fuck with your free
You may be blind but bitch you gonna see
Fucking with me is nutritious, it’s rich and it’s good for ya soul yeah, yeah
There would be people that call me a genius and they won’t be wrong yeah, yeah
Me I just work it, i work it, I grind right down to the bone yeah, yeah
Me and my ego believed it for years and now we eloped
Alright enough of the raspy talk
Every track gotta run it like an athlete dawg
I’m just doing what my spirit had asked me for
I tell the man in the mirror come jack me off cause I fuck with me
Don’t gotta choose a side, don’t try to crucify me
Cause I move with fire and you defy it
I’ll be everything that I dream inside
The only thing I ever failed at was suicide
[Chorus: July Quin]
I’ll be M.I.A
I’ll be M.I.A, out
I do things my way
Fuck up out my face now
Whether night by day, weather night by day
Screaming bomaye
Screaming bomaye, bounce
I’ll be M.I.A
I’ll be M.I.A
I do things my way
Fuck up out my face now
Whether night by day, weather night by day
Screaming bomaye
Screaming bomaye
(M.I.A!)
(M.I.A!)
(My way!)
(My face now!)
(By day!)
(Night by day!)
(Bomaye!)
(Bomaye!)
(M.I.A!)
(M.I.A!)
(My way!)
(My face now!)
(By day!)
(Night by day!)
(Bomaye!)
(Bomaye!)
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July Quin New York, New York
A self-taught Bronx boy who produces, mixes, masters, writes & records his own music from his home studio. The composer of these Kaleidoscope Compositions.
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