Lyrics Play - Conscious Youths, Promoe

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There she goes again
A perfect ten from beginning to end
Surrounded by men and she never pretends
She gets fit in the gym
Sporting all that gold
And he don’t even know that she’s cheating on him
Housey wife turned Sista Bling
Now she’s out with Mr. Singh
Sting so bad it is blistering
And the ex-boyfriend can kiss the ring
When he talks about love she’s dissing him
When I speak about love she’s listening
High heel boots, what a flashy thing
In a birthday suite since christening
Here we go again, just one more rounds with my friends
And I hope this never ends, because today’s my time to play
You know what they say, every dawg has his day
Some bark, some bite but still they might get caught in the game
Left in the rain, jumpin' up and down they wanting to play
And heads keep talking and talking, but they got nothing to say
Particular people are critical, bickering
That we too mainstream
They really political, silly and pitiful
Meaning you and me
The cynical side is clinically typical
For all the humanbeings
Is he really a criminal?
Killing a lyrical?
I’m feeling the ridicule reaching a pinnacle
Here we go again, just one more rounds with my friends
And I hope this never ends, because today’s my time to play
Well you know what they say, every dawg has his day
Some want the bone, some chase the cars, I’m leaving more than a stain
Let me get it all, won’t settle for the so-called luxuries in life
That’s such a cheesy lie, I’m callin' the bluff, doin' it for more than the fame
Give me freedom of speech, give me equal rights
Give me clean air to breathe in the peaceful night
Gimme whatever it takes to break our chains and make us see the light
Give me just a lil' bass and a bit of space to let me speak my mind
Won’t you please just let me play
Here we go again
Give me space enough for me to breathe, enough for me to be, enough for me to
play
I don’t ask for much, so just pass the dutch, coffee half a cup, I’m okay
I feel fabulous though I don’t have a buck, it’s hazardous trying to rhyme
after us
Check mate, ain’t no matching us, they lack the nuts.
And here’s where the
laughter stops
It goes «Oh, no, look at them go», Mr Singh, Lil Red, Daddy Pales, Promoe
See the logo bro?
My dogs is some stone cold flow pros, acting local,
thinking global
Get a load off and let me play.
See my bros won’t ever separate, here goes
Here we go again, just one more rounds with my friends
And I hope this never ends, because today’s my time to play