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Chick Like Me

Album: Product of Society
By:
D3 Creations

Duration

4:48

Genres

Urban

Description

Jungle track to cheer the party up!

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Lyrics

Fellow people Know you came to be entertained That’s the reason I showed ‘scuse me if I sound vain I’m clued up to abuse letter formation games Without repeatin’ the same words, time n time again! It’s not a rhyme if no lyrics change! I’m not the type to keep you engaged… ….with 4 lines when I reach the stage. It’ a crime to a pen and page! I’m amazed.. At the daily creating the same thing.. Abstaining from engaging the brain… Blatant laziness drives me crazy It’s time to make my move… CHORUS D3 I’m representing LEEDS D3 Come see a Chick Like Me! Didn’t mean to come across Depressed n split State of mind, not the type You rely on to tick Decided let fate ride n Eyes’ve opened to shit I was blind to in times I kept my mouth zipped I’m a million different people Its like playing a game Sole consistency is tendencies to change. Arrangin phrases, like creating links on a chain Gain a sense of sane before the end of ma days… ….. Or else all is in vain…. All the pain it has taken to break in Only came to repair recreation I cant take recapitulation. CHORUS Chick like me May be small but I hold my own Pay my bills, run my car home Play my cards hopin’ you don’t fold n If your with me baby, Know that you have just struck gold! Don’t need a pedestal or you To validate my views. Group, organisation or even a crew. True- I self amuse as I stand accused- Boo… ….but I was never confused… I thought through all the moves I was making Knowing my destiny was to make it Best believe the high life is just waiting Free to collate my dues… CHORUS Don’t need to boast coz “Nearly” don’t even come close The cousin of “almost” -knows I’m rockin’ this show Now I wana make you groove ‘till You can’t no more- so Turn out the lights and lock down the doors ‘Coz nobody is moving ‘till we break the floors And I start loosing sound On ma vocal chords Larynx is all worn n Ma tonsils raw Running down your spinal cord like it’s a corridor- As I lyrically dislocate your jaw Oi- raise your hands- prepare for applause You’re witnessing the finest thing you ever saw!! You aint seen this before CHORUS Denetta Copeland D3 creations

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