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charles hamilton - untitled lyrics
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so. this joint is specifically for you to twerk when you “get” the beat. i mean, hear it. intermittently, infinitely it could be me producing music of which you and only you can sing when i do my thing. and i don’t need to swing, you’re not briana. and i don’t need to think that you’re not rihanna. because rihanna, in folklore, is the devil’s wife, i say no more. like mac-n-easy when i put a spud on the top of my gat, looking for love. blasting (-actually- blacking). yo, diamond, what actually happened?! then again, it doesn’t matter i’m blacking a new chick: music. let’s get it cracking
i wan’t you to love me like
no one you’ve ever loved before
don’t be embarr-ssed, it’s just me
all i ask is that you believe
just believe
i wish i produced “new york raining” the first time. then i might disperse the worst rhyme to make this dime who i was calling perfect feel my hurt. but, in time, i revealed the style of which was kind of real to them children who was trying to yield to my feelings. i’m kind of ill when i spill sh-t. my rhymes are chill and i’m chilling. no mask on, i’m a villain. but i see the future, too. shame on me for saying he’s beautiful. oh, my goodness! i didn’t write this. no iphone. no, i don’t! (when it comes to writing.) so come, exciting. come all over my face. come on, it’s not in writing
i wan’t you to love me like
no one you’ve ever loved before
don’t be embarr-ssed, it’s just me
all i ask is that you believe
just believe
you’re thinking about marriage. i’m thinking about getting over some chick named jamarris. 6th grade, plus 4. i am not b-tch-made. she was in the 10th, i was 11th. feeling heaven. but then again, i was the most devilish. the dude, on some devin sh-t. something i will never get. i used to want to be the first black president. but since music comes to me to effortless, i guess i can forgive the steps of which i’ll never take. and i just want to levitate, hold on your palm. going on and on. still getting over simone. in some senses, that’s going over your dome
i wan’t you to love me like
no one you’ve ever loved before
don’t be embarr-ssed, it’s just me
all i ask is that you believe
just believe
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