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letra de applause - swoope

[chorus]
applause, yeah, yeah, from you to me
see it from the view that i see
just to know that you are pleased
is the reason that i’m doing these things
for ya
applause, from you to me
see it from the view that i see
just to know that you are pleased
(bride and groom) is the reason that i’m doing these things
for ya

bravo! bravo! bravo!
praise and accolades
bereave the stage
i say thanks as lights fade
i go, i go off the stage feeling regal
ego, ego getting stroked, feel my steelo
so high, so high, so high, i’m like an eagle
so high, so high, so high, no pinot grigio
i’m drunk on my own wine, feeling plastered
man, i’m g-ssed up. i ain’t take no beano

but you know how it be though
when you can rock the stadiums, that’s under the steeple
when you can fill palladium, pews full of people,
and crowds give it up to you like you was the repo
soon as the record hit the needle
i hit the stage k!lling homie, you can call me hero
on the real i’m villain homie, you can call me deebo
and i’m living foul but it ain’t no referees though

so ain’t n0body shooting free throws
i just hit the stage like frank and do it my way
spit perverted gospel, bernie mac, friday
you heard what i say, it ain’t no referees so
i’m traveling, packing hit the highway
different cities have become the same place
every crowd’s a mirror man, i swear
i see the same face
i just say the same thing and let my pockets gain weight

homie, this my day to day
i make em put their hands together like they’re saying grace
all in the name of the lord and his saving grace
i’m playing games with his love, homie flavor flav
cause every time i’m rhyming i’m thinking going diamond
my heart’s in the club, homie, ace of spades
i’m on a paper chase, gotta get this bread homie
i need a paper plate, tryna hold it down homie
i need a paperweight
never wanna fade out, gotta get my taper straight
and i got them lined up
homie, homie ain’t that great
homie, homie ain’t that great

people clap for me and make patty-cake
cause they feel my bars like saint patty’s day
as pride fills up my chest, i gotta give them my best
i’m never gon take a rest
homie homie i hate sat-rdays
and i can’t take the sabbath day
so forget what my daddy say
and go ahead with the patty-cake
and give my talent praise with…

[chorus]

i go, i go, i may
give me attention
steal both my earlobes, homie take a listen
if any of the first verse sounded familiar
you can say the first verse was kind of a mirror
and i ain’t even gon lie and say that wasn’t me
like when cats told me told me i can rhyme i wasn’t geeked
lil’ homie from the gutter streets of akron is rapping
with mad fans and staying at the double tree
chest full of pride…double ds
cats used to sleep on me…homie, double zs
but now people stop me and ask me for my floppy
and can i sign a copy…double cs

driven by selfish ambition, enslaved me
and kept me in the kitchen, making heat
when it really had me held in a prison made of beats
and every bar i spit made a prison gate for me

fighting with myself, internally warring
tryna change my foes, my pride was my opponent
tryna change my clothes cause i hate the color orange
i had to call the warden and beg him for his pardon
repent of pride and the hardening of my heart
and denial of his calling
i need his grace
to come and pour in
and his mercy to fall like autumn

i was falling, pride had my number
it comes before the fall, similar to summer
july to autumn, the pride of all men
is for guys to applaud them or deny the god that is awesome
so once again i’m falling
this time to my knees, up to you i’m calling
praying you are pleased, i’m down at your feet
with my crown at your feet, asking for your audience
you’re the crowd that i seek

- swoope

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