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letra de that's how you sing it - mic stewart

mamma’s friends told me i should move on
hiding in the ocean
singing your song
(vocalizing)
that’s how you sing it

cool under pressue
ain’t nothin’ on the news but the weather
ain really nothin’ new but your shoes and your sweater
ain’t nothin’ to lose
nothin’ to worry about
nothing in the worlds like your heard you about
what you scared about?
what’s fear about?
exorcise your demons and wear em’ out
(exorcise your demons and wear em’ out)
we lick shots at a bar stool
marsfol(?) and the lost souls
but also for the thought of going home with the bad chick sitting across from me
and getting at her torso
were sophisticated were human
we know exactly what were doing
we were born to live
but we live to die
i’m just narrating these movements

hoping the time fly f-cking with i
taking the city over
tell the city “bye bye”
busy getting busy in a minute i’m gone
tell em what i told you when you singing my song
say
“that’s how you sing it”
tell em’ what i told you when you singing my song
“that’s how you sing it”
when you singing my song

we ain’t nothing but a couple good ol’ boys
having a good ol’ time
get on my good
f-ck it get on my good old grind
little mayor never needed turn the hands of time
back to wash blood off these hands of mine
leave doin’ dirt for the filthy
imma die with my soul clean
even if it kills me
and it kills me
watchin the rif raf running around runnin its mouth out in philly
guilty minds spilling innocent blood
let me put it on for this city i love
and if i run out of road or run out of luck and get buried alive
then let it be in the hole i dug
otherwise let may my time be fruitful
and may each rhyme i made be truthful
may those plants seeds bear fruit
instead of staying glued to the life their used to

(chorus)

no child, no woman, no man
will never know exactly where i stand
i stand up when its time to
i sit back and recline too
write raps you can vibe to
to remind you; i’m you
i kick facts that your blind to
i’m the dirt in the cracks of the concrete floor
of the keyhole view in your living room door
i see you, and when you see me
you see you too
you don’t need me but believe me
what i speak on the beat, holds true
cuz that b-mper speaker love won’t see you through
all the highs and lows that we go through
nor will a song; but i bring it
so when you sing my song and singing your song
tell em’ how to sing it

(chorus)

- mic stewart

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