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letra de soundcheck - rebecca rocklynn

[intro]
soundcheck
did you hear that?
it sounded something like

[verse 1]
circus in the business, headliner’s guest list
yes, i brag this, mad decent set list
after hours next is, d-mn can we cab this?
f-cking coldness, feel it in my bones
slow it down now, yeah, i’m in my f-cking zone
jumpin around and i’m dancing on my own
took a long time to get where i wanna be
everything i have is mine, ain’t n-body holding me
shook you commit a crime, fold and then you owing me
sing like i’m blind, down is where you go from me
acting like clowns, like we be doing britney
got your pound for pound, but no key for no key
cake in the crowd, like i’m steve aoki
i came to put it down and they’re here ’cause they’re knowing me

[pre-chorus 1]
you didn’t hear that?
no, what was it?
it sounded something like

[chorus]
sounded like thumpin’, hard and b-mpin’
sounded like somethin’ dirty to me
sounded like thumpin’, hard and b-mpin’
sounded like somethin’ grimy like me
sounded like thumpin’ hard and b-mpin’
sounded like somethin’ dirty to me
sounded like thumpin’, hard and b-mpin’
sounded like somethin’ grimy like me

[verse 2]
wish they had my vision, didn’t need permission
talk less and listen, stuntin’ like me
everything i’ve been through, train hopping that too
everything i do a filthy party
feel me ’cause you know me, know better than to hold me
never will you own me, i speak what’s true
i’m a one and only, never fake or phony
hold my own trophy and i run my own crew

[pre-chorus 2]
is it gone?
i think so

[chorus]
sounded like thumpin’, hard and b-mpin’
sounded like somethin’ dirty to me
sounded like thumpin’, hard and b-mpin’
sounded like somethin’ grimy like me

[verse 3]
okay, i’ll admit i eat sushi every day
go to the spa when it’s too rainy out to play
i’m dope sh-t, give a f-ck what you say
self made b-tch but they all call me bae
adrenalin junky why them boys love me
feminine monkey, high with your wifey
cuzzy, yeah, b it was me
we’re in the bed but we’re not acting cuddly
if you ’bout your mcd’s you can’t hang out with me
rather four quarters please then one hundred pennies
talkin’ oh so wastey, you can’t go home with me
tryna get demolished see, whisky d-ck can’t get any
if you’re scared to face me know to replace me
actin’ underage g, trying to embrace me
i’ll just hit the road and leave, please let go of me
no one can get this dough from me, peace like a gypsy

[chorus]
sounded like thumpin’, hard and b-mpin’
sounded like somethin’ dirty to me
sounded like thumpin’, hard and b-mpin’
sounded like somethin’ grimy like me
sounded like thumpin’, hard and b-mpin’
sounded like somethin’ dirty to me
sounded like thumpin’, hard and b-mpin’
sounded like somethin’ grimy like me

- rebecca rocklynn

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