Northern State Dying in Stereo Letras:
I'm free balling, yeah, I'm free falling, my
cellie blowin' up from the numbers that I'm
calling, go from 9 to 5, then from 5 to 9 I got DJ
Sprout on the line In my other ear I got Hesta
Pyrnn and you know that little girl be wheelin'
and dealin' Prynn up all night tryin to work the
plane, me and Sprout stuck again in a traffic jam
We do it how we do it and we don't need
permission, we like it how we rock it Intuition in
our pocket, so please and thank you and don't
apgolize I'm saying what I'm saying looking you
right in the eyes, you're dying in stereo. There's
nothing to left to sy and everything I knew, I
knew yesterday, what's a girl like me supposed to
do? get on the mic you know you want to what's a
girl like me supposed to sy? I'm on the mic cause
I like it that way. It's like you're dying in
stereo, can't believe my ears, every single night,
I cast you out, you're serving me capers and
you're serving me papers, and I'm feeling kinda
high off of your poisonous vapors, you can't trash
what you don't understand. You can make requests
buy you can't make demands. I'm proud of what I'm
doing so don't criticize me. I knew you all along
and you didn' t ever surprise me. I cast you out
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and then I cast you in, put that on your tables
and spin, in your mouth or in your hand, the name
is not Eminem. The name is Hesta Prynn, I'm
timeless. I write while I rhyme this, turn down
the sound and I'll mime this. Edmund Hillary
couldn't climb this, parsley sage rosemary and
thyme this, step off, your flow is weak, save that
talk for Dawson's Creek, and if you wanna know why
I shriek like a banshee? I'm seven eighths white,
one eighth Comanche. What's a girl like me
supposed to do? One step and then another and
we're going with the flow, tomorrow and tomorrow
and tomorrow, we learn from the rhythm. We take
what we're given, we do whow we do and that's how
we're living. It's like you're dying in stereo,
can't believe my ears, every single night, I cast
you out, my book is full of business and short on
rhymes, I'm afraid to even look at the New York
Times, gonna wash my hands off the whole affair,
open the window and breathe the fresh air. I'm
tired in a way that I can't explain, can't
remember the last time I felt the rain, I write in
the dark because I don't need to see, I'm not
following the moon - you know it's following me,
keep my lips together and my teetha part, be your
substitute teacher write my rhymes on a chart,
we're ready every single night to take the stage
and play. I don't have a job but I work all day.
Northern State put the cart before the horse, we
be who we are and show no remorse. What's a girl
like me supposed to do? It's like you're dying in
stereo..
Letras: Dying in Stereo Northern State [final]