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What Up World
02:52
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If you wanna get down swing by and say what up
If you’re coming around, I’ll come and say what up
When it comes to the music, MC’s they say what up
If you going through shit, yeah we say what up
If you wanna get down swing by and say what up
If you’re coming around, I’ll come and say what up
When it comes to the music, MC’s they say what up
If you going through shit, yeah we say what up
We as humans got the world in our hands
And what we do with it, it comes and goes, it’s high demand
The way I do this? I spit and flow
like cryptograms, you can’t decipher my mind, if it was in your plans
It’s in my hand, I put it out, they buyin’ that
Because the people, they decide if I am fly or wack
Now play this track
Decide it for your family and friends
And when the guilt turns to shame, Hopefully I’ll make it end
and I’m still the same as I was
But the only difference is I got this fame and this buzz
Music hypnotizing like it was the hit of a drug
I'm slick and I’m slug
The music hittin' different in clubs
You get dismissed like you was the tip of this blunt
Yeah, we pass you to the right and then we lighting you up
Ignite it at once
So everybody knows the name
Yeah, I put in all this work but they still gon' shame
If you wanna get down swing by and say what up
If you’re coming around, I’ll come and say what up
When it comes to the music, MC’s they say what up
If you going through shit, yeah we say what up
If you wanna get down swing by and say what up
If you’re coming around, I’ll come and say what up
When it comes to the music, MC’s they say what up
If you going through shit, yeah we say what up
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Boogie Down
02:12
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Look, I started off as a young boy
Said that I’d be nothing so I planned to destroy
Kids bullied me so I resorted to the music
Didn’t know how to cope, started to abuse it
I made song after song, and I burned myself out
Then I came back better and I got myself clout
3k on the gram
10k on the cloud
When I hit stage
Everybody in the crowd sings
When I came back
I dropped "Untitled" like it was nothing
But the feeling in my gut I kinda knew that it’d be something
300 plays later, got a bunch of eyes on me
Wish all my friends could hear it but they went and died on me
Now I'm left alone with this mic in my hand
Like I was in the beginning
Imma stick to my plan
Imma get the nice cars and the fancy clothes
Imma drive around bumping like C-3PO
Let's play it
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Sins of a Man
03:01
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Do I build to destroy or destroy to succeed?
From the East to the West
From the dirt to the trees
There’s always an ego that’s burning in me
It’s the Sins of a Man, do you know what I mean?
Do I build to destroy or destroy to succeed?
From the East to the West
From the dirt to the trees
There’s always an ego that’s burning in me
It’s the Sins of a Man, do you know what I mean?
From the streets to the booth
Bumping Snoop, Gin and Juice
The ego building up, cause the music gettin’ views
Does the music that I make, reflect who I am?
Or am I too good to give up? Thats the ego again
I’m sorry
I gotta get it for my fucking family
I gotta do what I can do and see what I can do with ease
I wanna
Make a million
Then I’ll worry bout a billion
Too much work I’ve been putting in
The fame just seems so sweet again
I really, wanna make it in this world
I wanna make it for the fame and fortune and the girls
I wanna get the nice cars, diamonds, and the pearls
Brush my teeth at 9 , and then I smoke a J with Earl
I really, wanna make it in this world
I wanna make it for the fame and fortune and the girls
I wanna get the nice cars, diamonds, and the pearls
Brush my teeth at 9 , and then I smoke a J with Earl
Do I build to destroy or destroy to succeed?
From the East to the West
From the dirt to the trees
There’s always an ego that’s burning in me
It’s the Sins of a Man, do you know what I mean?
Do I build to destroy or destroy to succeed?
From the East to the West
From the dirt to the trees
There’s always an ego that’s burning in me
It’s the Sins of a Man, do you know what I mean?
When I get the nice cars and the fancy clothes
Imma drive around bumping like C3-PO
Yeah, that’s gold from the head, down to the toes
Chill like Ice Cube
“What They Hittin’ Foe?”
Put the whip in reverse just to hear the brakes skrt
Winking at the lady with the MJ shirt
Then I get a number three, a menage a trois
Ice dripped too hard, no asumas ser dura
I really, wanna make it in this world
I wanna make it for the fame and fortune and the girls
I wanna get the nice cars, diamonds, and the pearls
Brush my teeth at 9 , and then I smoke a J with Earl
I really, wanna make it in this world
I wanna make it for the fame and fortune and the girls
I wanna get the nice cars, diamonds, and the pearls
Brush my teeth at 9 , and then I smoke a J with Earl
Do I build to destroy or destroy to succeed?
From the East to the West
From the dirt to the trees
There’s always an ego that’s burning in me
It’s the Sins of a Man, do you know what I mean?
Do I build to destroy or destroy to succeed?
From the East to the West
From the dirt to the trees
There’s always an ego that’s burning in me
It’s the Sins of a Man, do you know what I mean?
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Spilled the Paint in the club so you better (Get Down!)
I ain’t talking bout my jewelry when I say you gon' drown
Spilled the Paint in the club so you better (Get Down!)
Yeah, this throne fit for me, yeah I’m wearing the crown
Cause I’m, still rocking em
Kick it back and knocking em
Put it on a track so the critics I'm dropping em
Down to their level
So they can see they pedastool that it takes to overcome the devil
And I’m as calm as it gets but you step my mic and I’ll murder ya shit
and I’m down with the clique
It’s the IFC,
And If you step to me, then it’s RIP
Now, Sleepy tell em'
There was a time in my life know I was a wet
Man was moving soggy, they tryna long me, rah
Dashing, hoping cross roads like a froggy
Don’t call no shots but im still calling out shotty
Get out of my face if you aint had a case
I watched the donnie get bodied
Never apologize if they aren’t grinding,
Guy don’t say sorry
If i don’t get it off my chest
Or ill say it with my chest
If the feds are asking questions
You know i aint gon fess
Its like ive learnt my lesson
I aint feeling the test
They all roll with a weapons
These yutes making a mess
And never make amends
They think there making friends
And think they making bread
I don’t think that they get it
I don’t think that they get me
Its like they all of a xanny
They finna forget me
Yeah they tryna regret me
They used to call me sexy, now they never text me
Ya girl is feelin naughty, yeah she tryna sext me
I know she had a man but that shit didn't vext me
Whole crew is going through phases
know you are going through changes
Me and you bitch we could be amazing
Tattoos im making a statement
I can show you where the lane is
I can show you where the pay is
I can show you where to lay bitch
Put me on your playlist
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5. |
Pretty Girls
02:30
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I'm so sick of these pretty girls
Yeah, they take a ones heart, then they damage ya
If you wanna be the one, then I’m hearing ya
But the pretty girls break ya and they stealing ya
I'm so sick of these pretty girls
Yeah, they take a ones heart, then they damage ya
If you wanna be the one, then I’m hearing ya
But the pretty girls break ya and they stealing ya
I'm so sick of these same old girls, they try to come around
Snatch ya, and they break your world
But if you wanna be the one then I'm hearing ya
Because the pretty girls crazy and subliminal
And they, don’t know no boundaries except the ones you give em
And if you want your freedom you might as well just get rid em
I'm so sick of these pretty girls
Yeah, they take a ones heart, then they damage ya
If you wanna be the one, then I’m hearing ya
But the pretty girls break ya and they stealing ya
I'm so sick of these pretty girls
Yeah, they take a ones heart, then they damage ya
If you wanna be the one, then I’m hearing ya
But the pretty girls break ya and they stealing ya
Pretty girls walk around flaunting and shit,
Tryna be a bigger star but you can’t if you quit
Gotta put the grind in, hammer down and run quick
Cause you girls get away with the comments and shit
And I dont wanna be enticed in all of your connections
But if you need a friend baby, we can get down to texting
I'm so sick of these pretty girls
Yeah, they take a ones heart, then they damage ya
If you wanna be the one, then I’m hearing ya
But the pretty girls break ya and they stealing ya
I'm so sick of these pretty girls
Yeah, they take a ones heart, then they damage ya
If you wanna be the one, then I’m hearing ya
But the pretty girls break ya and they stealing ya
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Spilled Paint Bay City, Michigan
Spilled Paint is a independent artist based in Bay City, Michigan. Tyler (Spilled Paint) Nadeau is a music producer, singer, rapper, and graphic designer. Tyler has currently released 3 EP's along with a bandcamp exclusive full length album. Tyler takes pride in seeing his music reach others and is excited for what the future holds. ... more
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