Put a Mark - Luigi Strangis

Where do we go, nobody knows I've got to say I'm on my way down God give me style and give me grace God put a smile upon my face Where do we go to draw the line I've got to say I wasted all your time Oh honey honey Where do I go to fall from grace God put a smile upon your face yeah And ah, when you work it out I'm worse than you Yeah, when you work it out I wanted to And ah, when you work out where to draw the line Your guess is as good as mine Where do we go, nobody knows Don't ever say you're on your way down when God gave you style and gave you grace, And put a smile upon your face oh yeah And ah, when you work it out I'm worse than you Yeah, when you work it out I want it to And ah, when you work out where to draw the line Your guess is as good as mine. It's as good as mine, It's as good as mine It's as good as mine As good as mine, as good as mine, As good as mine, as good as mine Where do we go, nobody knows Don't ever say you're on your way down when God gave you style and gave you grace And put a smile upon your face

I ain't seen you in a while Damn girl, it's been a long time I ain't seen you in a while But you're looking real good, I'm digging your style I ain't seen you in a while Damn girl, it's been a long time I ain't seen you in a while But you're looking real good, I'm digging your style Soon as the jet touched down Knew I had to see what's up Been a while since I been back round And you're all on my mind, showing love So meet me at 1:13 Shit, you might not recognise me Dripping in these diamonds And wrapped all in this Gucci I know we don't speak But you're still on my feed Every time that you post And I'm liking what I see It's been a while but I'm still like before Only thing that's been changed Is my money and my clothes Boy, let me put you on, show you my glow up I wanna see your face, you should come pull up Oh, let me put you on, I want something more Maybe this time you're what I'm looking for Do you remember way back in the 212? You were all with your boo Even though I had a man Deep down, I always knew That between us there was something That I could not explain But I guess I was just too young then 'Cause now I know what it means I know we don't speak But you're still on my feed Every time that you post And I'm liking what I see It's been a while but I'm still like before Only thing that's been changed Is my money and my clothes Boy, let me put you on, show you my glow up I wanna see your face, you should come pull up Oh, let me put you on, I want something more And maybe this time you're what I'm looking for From LE.S way to uptown My Dominicani guy he know the way I get down See I'm the big bass, long dreads, big braids On my way to you, Bedstuy, J train Riding L-I-TT 'cos you rep Long Island Shout out Big Diss, My Muslim brother in Harlem Took me to the fifth spot Where I begged for your pardon And I gave you my number And I'm glad that you called it Boy, let me put you on, show you my glow up I wanna see your face, you should come pull up Oh, let me put you on, I want something more And maybe this time you're what I'm looking for

Saturday mornin... yo (It ain't even Saturday) First off, I am independent I ain't gotta wait up on another nigga to be winnin Either playing in the field, or just number seven kneelin (No cap) Bout to spit some fuckin rounds in a minute I be gone in the war, It be all I be livin' Cause I gotta be involved, seen it all in the beginning Was a knuckleheaded nigga (Gotdamn) Throwing stones in the river Now my stones is just all I deliver Cause while y'all in the mall I be puttin tape on the wall, just to see the bars I record And I spit it till I never make a flaw When I say that I'm the greatest, then I'm only goin' hard Either gon MIA, or just wound up at large I just know I'm on the run, I'm Casino wit the cards Mr. Carter with the laws, Lil Carter wit the broads So I'm either gon be faithful or I'm fuckin all em raw But I digress, it ain't a flex, it's just a work of art Niggas be stressing, cause they reppin ain't no workin hard I been appointed in my office while y'all runnin for it Ándele, run, Forrest, ándele, run, Forrest I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a ginsu I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a pencil I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a fistful Gotta pistol under my mental, so I ask you, "What is yo issue?" I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a ginsu I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a pencil I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a fistful Gotta pistol under my mental, so I ask you, "What is yo issue?" (Yuh) cause we gone cross it out, tic-tac-toe Treat it like I do wit a big fat hoe On the "fuck list" but that's big cap doe (Get it how ya get it, hit that bro) Enough of the bullshit, welcome to the pulpit Of Hell's Kitchen where we pray on the flock, eat and sell chicken The beef get ground if police ain't around and Pullin real pork pique Uncle Sam's interest, so I just Sit and mind my business with no windows right in front of microphones (Phones) Expose a little "JUICE." not much, comma, too cause I don't need no fuckin' clones (Whoa) Technically I don't need a technician to do his little tech-y thing It would be a treasured thing but I take a pleasure in Blessing the youth and G-A-N-G (GANG!) cause we gone be the same, but aye I digress, it ain't a flex, it's just a work of art Niggas be stressing, cause they reppin ain't no workin hard I been appointed in my office while y'all runnin for it Ándele, run, Forrest, ándele run Forrest I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a ginsu I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a pencil I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a fistful, Gotta pistol under my mental, so I ask you, "What is yo issue?" (Yuh) Not a misogynist, but if I got ya bitch then I'm sing about it Tell the team about her, so a pick and roll for the give and go, all power moves Sour dudes got confused, when I woke up at woke o'clock and broke the rules Chose to choose instead of lettin deez muthafuckin devils tell me What a nigga 'posed to do (Ahem) She could lick my John, not with her spoon R.I.P. to pops Had to think about it So to pay my dues, had to bang and move, Had to bang and move, while y'all dream about it Man, look at you, I know we been livin kinda broke But you can still pay attention gotdammit, No more rookie moves, come out ballin harder Harder than the starters, plus I think it come with a check, but I digress, it ain't a flex, it's just a work of art Niggas be stressing, cause they rep and ain't no workin hard I been appointed in my office while y'all runnin for it Ándele, run, Forrest, ándele run Forrest I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a ginsu I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a pencil I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a fistful Gotta pistol under my mental, so I ask you, "What is yo issue?"

When you walk in town, or the people go round, and you're feeling the room I don't know what to say now I lost my way and sad Every step I take is a risk I'll make, but I'll wake Can you feel the sensation? I've lost my heart with your temptation True, it's true But I don't know what to do Oh true, it's true All the things turn back to you Oh true, it's true But I don't know what to do Oh true, it's true All the things turn back to you Light out of the dark goes unto me, I can't see And the sea dries up, boats flying down, crash on the ground And the painters will fall, nobody singing a song, my heart's turning on And your soul will see the moon await for you True, it's true But I don't know what to do Oh true, it's true All the things turn back to you Oh true, it's true But I don't know what to do Oh true, it's true All the things turn back to you I'm still here waiting for you I'm still here without you I'm still here waiting for you I'm still here without you Oh, without you Without you I have never have learned To talk about me I wish you'd come back I want you in everything that I can see In every wood I've mold for you In every time you cook me news, look up to the sky I see the stars won't gonna shine And every step I took for you You don't believe the sky is blue Don't believe the truth, no

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