Our Style Quinn XCII
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[Chorus]
And my baby leave the light on
She never knows what I say
We always fight 'til it's dawn
Make up the songs that I play
But that's just our style and we know
And my baby leave the light on
She never knows what I say
We always talk 'til it's gone
Laugh long at things that she say
But that's just our style and we know
[Verse 1]
Started from the bottom like Ramona
'Member them old days, I handed you my diploma
And now I'm feelin' good, we B-siding Coronas
My friends say keep on rapping while haters slide up their boners
Been bangin' since '92, kindergarten to daydream
Tell me this shit go harder than somethin' out of the mainstream
Tell me this shit go hotter than rollin' up in a sauna
Believe we gone make it, that's word back to my mama
Like damn when I be rappin', I'm blacker than Obama
And dealin' with more money, more money bring more drama
We sing it all like this
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, I love the way you play my music all on the floor
(On the floor)
I tell you now, girl, what's my secret, I just, I just got to know
(I just got to know)
We all wrong in the long run
And my baby leave the light on
She never knows what I say
We always fight 'til it's dawn
Make up the songs that I play
But that's just our style and we know
And my baby leave the light on
She never knows what I say
We always talk 'til it's gone
Laugh long at things that she say
But that's just our style and we know
[Verse 1]
Started from the bottom like Ramona
'Member them old days, I handed you my diploma
And now I'm feelin' good, we B-siding Coronas
My friends say keep on rapping while haters slide up their boners
Been bangin' since '92, kindergarten to daydream
Tell me this shit go harder than somethin' out of the mainstream
Tell me this shit go hotter than rollin' up in a sauna
Believe we gone make it, that's word back to my mama
Like damn when I be rappin', I'm blacker than Obama
And dealin' with more money, more money bring more drama
We sing it all like this
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, I love the way you play my music all on the floor
(On the floor)
I tell you now, girl, what's my secret, I just, I just got to know
(I just got to know)
We all wrong in the long run
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