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letra de you don't have to worry - homie churn & autoph

[intro]
you look so sweet and fine
i’d like to make you mine
i could love you
come rain or shine
(this’ll be a delivery you’ve never heard)
you don’t have to worry (you got something for me autoph?)

[verse 1: homie churn]
got my mans in studio
i got fans i do not know
i got plans, i got my vans
and out to stanford imma go
from the first-floor closet
it ain’t hurt your pocket
write some words then drop it
we in first for the profit
man, i remember when i used to rhyme the same word
now my homies telling me i rhyme the same, word?
elevated, ever-hated, never waiting
always get the cake and you know that i eat it up
write down my freestyles and read it up
[hook: d]
yeah, they call me flyest in the room (flyest in the room)
ridin’ ’round town rolling four deep with my goons (with my goons, yeah)
shawty hit my line i’m dry just like a dune (like a dune)
i tie my racks together, loop it like a loom (loom)
my boy just hit me up i said i’ll be there soon (be there soon)
speeding down the freeway bumpin’ to a tune
you know i’m independent i don’t need you (i don’t need you)
you know the diamonds yellow like they pichu

[verse 2: magne$on]
waking up to rain on my window and it’s such a beautiful sound
i send love to 4-5 hc they know they were always around
we came from the ground, nothing’s affordable
not what you think, out with the portable
came with the sink, quick as you blink
i’m on the brink, need to rethink
new year, new prosperity
feliz navidad
i do not fear who is comparin’ me as i used to fear my god
nonchalant head nod, master of simple gestures
i feel i’m easy to please but not of simple pleasures
i contradict myself, controversy builds wealth
crack my phone screen in vegas
now i build an icon playlist
nike air, i’m weightless
no payroll, i’m payless
money is an object
economy is a concept
studio session invite
yeah right, that is a bomb threat
from ap statistics to av gone ballistic
i’m a west coast traveler
writing 50′ caliber
bathroom smell like lavender (uh, check it)
every date on the calendar (yeah, uh)
[verse 3: homie churn]
end of the school year, we going to graduate (yeah)
prom it will be here, and i will have a date
check out my heart, doc, man does it palpitate?
making your heart stop when you see my accolades
living with guidance
time feeling priceless
can’t buy no more so don’t give me a stipend
tired of politics, i never wanted this
sipping that joe but i don’t do abiding
time to stay moderate like the minority
amidst the chaos i try to stay orderly
when i was 14, i done crossed the border from winning to losing
but then they deported me
gotta stay spiraling up
keep gatorade in my cup
i play games that ain’t pay to play
just to stay sane in a rut
hop in the game and i got the aim
but i be aiming for what?
so, i just aim for the top for the h-ll of it
working the same old stuff
i need a new high rock here to climb
one that’s cool and harder to find
not high school, something to find that’ll run with my time
and require my mind
[hook: d]
yeah, they call me flyest in the room (flyest in the room)
ridin’ ’round town rolling four deep with my goons (with my goons, yeah)
shawty hit my line i’m dry just like a dune (like a dune)
i tie my racks together, loop it like a loom (loom)
my boy just hit me up i said i’ll be there soon (be there soon)
speeding down the freeway bumpin’ to a tune
you know i’m independent i don’t need you
you know the diamonds yellow like they pichu

[outro]
you look so sweet and fine
i’d like to make you mine
i could love you
come rain or shine
you don’t have to worry

- homie churn autoph

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