Lirik Lagu Outta State - Akinyele
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[Extra P] Yeah.. yeah.. everything's real!
Chorus: Akinyele
I got all my life to liveand I got so much love to giveBut I gotta survive, and make papes outta stateI'm ready to make papes outta state, manI got all my life to liveand I got so much love to giveBut I gotta survive, and make papes outta stateI'm ready to make papes outta state
[Akinyele]Ak to the Nel to the LE, I'm tryin hard as hellto pick my future before my future picks meTwenty-one years of AGE, not with minimum WAGEDon't ever seem like I'ma get paid rhymin on the STAGECollege, I always dreamt of tryin it; the only problem hereI don't seem to meet financial aid requirementsLocked writin rhymes in the crib -- when would I get out?Seems like I'm pushin yo a hip-hop bidAt home the vibes don't feel rightMy parents keep lookin at me as if I'm some type of parasiteMy moms seperated from her spouseThe oldest of two kids, it's my job to play man of the houseThat means gettin off my ASS, makin immediate CASHThat broke shit, save it for an orthopedic CASTI get road maps, learned the interstateShit I'm headed out state to make papes; man
Chorus
[Akinyele]I'm ready to get up on a scam tripThe I-95 outta state to make the damn loot flip!First I need a crackhead with a credit cardSo he can head uptown and purchase me a rented carJust make sure that it's blackAnd take off the rearview mirrors cause it ain't no lookin backI'm goin one deep, in the driver's seatThrowin the vegetarian book cause I'm ready for beefI got a three-hundred and fifty-seven, faren-degrees-heitof HEAT, better known as a burner on the STREETCool, I got the keys to the CARAccelerate on the gas, and have the rubber burn upon the TAR, I'm out to get money real FARI hear my moms voice, {singing} "I'm wishin on a star!!"But
Chorus: Akinyele
I got all my life to liveand I got so much love to giveBut I gotta survive, and make papes outta stateI'm ready to make papes outta state, manI got all my life to liveand I got so much love to giveBut I gotta survive, and make papes outta stateI'm ready to make papes outta state
[Akinyele]Ak to the Nel to the LE, I'm tryin hard as hellto pick my future before my future picks meTwenty-one years of AGE, not with minimum WAGEDon't ever seem like I'ma get paid rhymin on the STAGECollege, I always dreamt of tryin it; the only problem hereI don't seem to meet financial aid requirementsLocked writin rhymes in the crib -- when would I get out?Seems like I'm pushin yo a hip-hop bidAt home the vibes don't feel rightMy parents keep lookin at me as if I'm some type of parasiteMy moms seperated from her spouseThe oldest of two kids, it's my job to play man of the houseThat means gettin off my ASS, makin immediate CASHThat broke shit, save it for an orthopedic CASTI get road maps, learned the interstateShit I'm headed out state to make papes; man
Chorus
[Akinyele]I'm ready to get up on a scam tripThe I-95 outta state to make the damn loot flip!First I need a crackhead with a credit cardSo he can head uptown and purchase me a rented carJust make sure that it's blackAnd take off the rearview mirrors cause it ain't no lookin backI'm goin one deep, in the driver's seatThrowin the vegetarian book cause I'm ready for beefI got a three-hundred and fifty-seven, faren-degrees-heitof HEAT, better known as a burner on the STREETCool, I got the keys to the CARAccelerate on the gas, and have the rubber burn upon the TAR, I'm out to get money real FARI hear my moms voice, {singing} "I'm wishin on a star!!"But
