@migu music@

Did she played?

Come que ya come

Quieres? Quieres?

She was dying ‘cuz all the radios playing the same song

We’re loading the same gun

One day a producer walked by,

Promised the only vibe, that track on fire

Only the chosen ones can hear it,

The real ones can feel it,

The strong hit ‘em, talking gushed

That last longer that a buble gum

She buried ; the whole city was in need (of?) it

So yeah she once said: "Forget about hot ..... platinum and gold"

She gave him all that money so he could hit the dawn

He ..... even working every day,

Producing the tracks and every time he’d say: "I’m makin real hot this is the real shit I’m makin real hot."

Sounded like everything else, she couldn’t feel squad

She can’t go back this is all she got

Time flew by, don’t ask why,

Thinking, imagine if

I'm not that fly ,

Not that real,not that stream

Gotta keep cool, let ‘em think

I'm that deep

On the day that the track was done

She couldn’t hear a thing and her heart was numb

He was a hustler and he made her confront

The inner war is pump

She felt in love with it and she took it to the world,

Boys and girls,

CEOs, radios

Lookin, lookin here and the hot was wow but then a little boy get up & said: "Yo! It ain’t real hot This ain’t real shit It ain’t real hot Sounds like everything else, I can’t feel squat Do u feel squat? "

Sounds like everything else, we can’t feel squat

She can’t go back, this is all she got

The emperor got a brand new beat

Sounds like everything else, we can’t feel squat ....

The emperor got a brand new beat