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Nicholas Hunt
Nicholas Hunt
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Kieran Fergusson
Kieran Fergusson
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Yeah, on my ninja turtle flow Caprese baby, you could call me Michelangelo Masterpiece baby, ain't that hot? Who knew you could be so cold? Please baby, this right here is nothing, you should see my home Gee baby, you don't even know me. Who you calling homie? Who's at home when you're lonely? Nobodys home with the homies So, who's who? And who's phony? I'd hate to have to control me I got these riches but lately these money trees made 'em shady So please baby, don't even make me I didn't want to kill 'em But if they really wanna mash I'll go and spill em like serum I got the button, I'll mash Hadouken, head to the ceiling Left, left, right, pass, I'm ooping Bron on you Windmilling on your ass Talking shit and kicking ass I'll do whatever, yeah I'm crass I'll say my piece, and then you'll laugh But I just say it how I feel it Can't forget that what you're hearing It will last, what you're feeling's In the past (tsk) they'll never get it When I give a (uh) That's just what we'll never see (nah) I can't compare you When you're right there standing next to me Maybe what I'm made to be Is made of what I made believe So if I made it here, I made a dreamer Cause it came from me I'm on a different range, you see? (pew) Arranging different frequencies (yeah) All to put your brain at ease and All I did was play some keys (huh) I never aim to please But if I did, I'm aiming for your knees My only C notes now Are mixed with blues and greens So what's the deal? Where's the bill? No flour, just want a mill On the real, don't appeal I ain't going for the kill On the real, how you feel Don't make sense or dollar bills You can waste your time While I'm busy chilling in the hills Yeah, on my ninja turtle flow Caprese baby, you could call me Michelangelo Masterpiece baby, ain't that hot? Who knew you could be so cold? Please baby, this right here is nothing, you should see my home Gee baby, you don't even know me. Who you calling homie? Who's at home when you're lonely? Nobodys home with the homies So, who's who? And who's phony? I'd hate to have to control me I got these riches but lately these money trees made 'em shady
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