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letra de round of applause - cru alxndr

[verse 1]
most likely to revive
i supply proper flows to keep eyes (eyes)
on sight of the prize
because most haters is creepin trying to scheme on my demise
but i’m alive, s-s-surprise, you could
profit from bullsh-t if you good with the lies
i, try to divide, most n-ggas addicts
which leaves me to cook up that crack, most n-ggas lack it
now b-tches is staying late, those women lagging
rose, rolls roys, roll weed and have it
to the face, to the sky, soaring, imagine
i control the game with the hits, always in madden
call this, solving a manic
for you lames in the game, y’all need to panic
fear, because i’m here from another planet
so i ain’t nothin like the others, y’all don’t understand it

[hook]
i saw (the lights), the crowd, (the sight)
was so amazing (oh, the taste of fame)
it keeps me on the edge of my toes
hoping for a round of applause, some day

[verse 2]
high life, y’all dead and gone
highlights, my life i’m ahead of wrong
5 mics, lime-light with a yellowbone
ride like, ciara, no never leone
i’m like, too clever to ever be cloned
fly like a million feathers, whatever the storm
how i’m nice, don’t lie you remember the songs
no matter the power outage you know that i’m on
though i’m underground, i don’t stand alone
got a team with some dreams, we don’t ever snore
and the women, you know we cut, we don’t ever claw
let them talk, let them walk, then forget the jaw, aw
i’m on some other sh-t with metaphors
i’m the best, period, never meant a pause (menopause)
never loss, get the cost for the better cause
then purchase with all i got, just to p-ss them off, ah

[hook]

[verse 3]
smart kid, no home-alone
average grades, d and a’s, no chromosomes
profit, stack cheese, no provolone
raw sh-t, heartless, no coracon
give all chicks, long d-ck, ha totem pole
balling, calling, tell them hold the phone
oh lord, she a dog, when i throw the bone
way i beat it so much, you’d think she wrote a song, holmes
i’m on that fame chase
crack lines, cocaine probably the same taste, ugh
keep it cooking, i don’t say i’m based
i’m tryna be big, i don’t share the faith
treadmill rappers running in the same place
me, i’m on the grind, i don’t even own a pair of skates
love the support of course, i don’t hear the hate
patient to feel the shine, i’m just scared to wait, great

[hook]

- cru alxndr

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