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alex musa - from my chest lyrics

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[intro: natural]
aye
(yeah yeah yeah)
check this out (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
i’ma play guitar, musa’s gonna chef a beat on this (yeah, yeah, yeah)
camber’s gonna track it

[verse 1: natural]
when the vibe get jazzy (aye)
hit my line, i’m pulling up, eyes glassy (uh)
pocket full of doobies got me crippled like degrassi
smokin’ on that top shelf
y’all smokin’ on that ‘bama that you should never go try and pass me (aye)

my rhymes textbook
just a student father, working harder, never slip up
money caught up to my hustle
that was always rough around the frame like a tostada (uh#huh)
aye, now i’m the king like t’challa
buckle down in bucket seats

in a drift bucket miata (skirt)
bending corners like a drinking spell, looking for your daughter (aye)
lotta rappers wanna see me fail, act like they my partner (facts)
but i’m grinding off a wishing well, call it flipping quarters (#laughing#)

the re#up, amazing on my music
i don’t do drugs, i’m dope and these junkies, they can’t refuse it, so (d#mn right)
she catch me at the time, chillin outside
spittin’ flows by my lonesome while i’m twistin’ up vine (yeah)
come thru (hey)

the b.m. trippin’, thinking i’m hoein’
but i just hit the dms, ditch ‘em gotta get studio in (d#mn)
it’s the life of a 20 something dad working two jobs
own side hustle, side dish like a crouton (it’s a snack)

i don’t understand y’all pessimists
negative energy drippin’ out like depressive syphilis
y’all need a clap to turn your swag on
you can look in the mirror and the mirror get a crack on it cause you ugly! (#laughing#)

[hook: natural]
i never left
i never left (no way)
my guitar that i play when i sing so loud from my chest (tell ’em one more time)
and i’m back, yeah (aye x3)
i never left (aye x3)
this my guitar that i play when i sing so loud from my chest (aye x3, from my, yeah, look)

[verse 2: natural]
and there’s never no stress (never)
i could tell you all about my problems but i won’t (nuh#uh)
i don’t need to cry right now or be alone (alone)
i just came to burn one down and spit flows (#inhaling#)
big homie raph got a neumann microphone

musa chefin’ cuts like a kitchen line (aye)
i remember splittin’ dimes
.7s say it’s 1.5s
li’l drug addicted juvenile, stupid
i was loosely wild
until i grew into voodoo child (jimi)

and now they shocked when they see me on a stage
see, my presence a1 like the sauce for your steak, i got big drip
retro kicks and bald fades, but my swagger on the minimal
‘till i start to play, now, listen

[bridge: natural]
#guitar solo#
#cheering#
yeah
now, let me play my sh#t (my sh#t, aye)
let me play my sh#t, babe
let me play my (ow)
let me play my sh#t, baby

yeah
she catch me at a time
when i’m sittin’ outside
alright, now look
i say one more time, yeah

[hook: natural]
and i’m back, yeah
but i never left, and this (and i’m back)
just my grandpa’s guitar that i’ma play while i sing from my chest
yeah

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