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arthur ray - light it up [c. 2010] lyrics

[hook]

[verse: college smart]
i wake up in the morning and take a pill to keep me normal
and dressing up for work is like i’m dressing for a formal
white shirt, black tie, black pants, shoes tied
blue collar feeling got me wondering like who am i?
i’m frontin’ ’cause them others dudes is schooled up
and i don’t have the time or the funds to pay my dues up
rude sluts offended because they ain’t getting wooed up
y’all wanna be the snakes on my head like medusa
stuck on it, way beyond the moment y’all are written off
and you can stay however long cause i’m the one that’s getting off
and i ain’t getting soft, hard on my critics
think i’m giving up this shit because i’m gone for a minute, nah…
who the f-ck are you, b-tch? talking foolish
get hip to this brand new school shit
look around, i’m the only one who’s doing it
so i don’t need to hear about the people who you cool with
if you were in my league, i guess i must’ve missed it
and barking up my tree will only get you e-vick-ted
i just hear the same rhymes re-gifted
and at this present time, i been rapping like st. nicklaus
never settle, never selling out; this ain’t christmas
so don’t forget to put that college smart on your wish list

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[verse: college smart]
i got a new job; i was running out of me time
my girl was tripping out ‘cause i ain’t made a lot of we time
ain’t wanna do shit the few days that i had free time
and figured i could make some more money in the mean time
before i blow up, my buzz is fading out slow
worried that my flow is out of style like some southpoles
drunk for my shows, looking like a dizzie rascal
i’m on stage, forgetting all my lyrics like an -sshole
second week at work, crash my car into a lawn truck
but kept my head pointed up like a lawn gnome
stuck after work, stressed, trying find a ride home
and asking for a ride felt like asking for a car loan
i must not get enough credit
all i’ve done for my peers, why the hell i feel indebted?
body language written like a book and yeah, i read it
‘member that when y’all need something, maybe i’ll forget it
think somebody having sales on that hater-ade
‘cause dudes are beating to they own drum like some 808’s
if they only knew how hard i work to keep the pain away
and all i really care about is how i’m gon’ get paid today
i just hop up in my spaceship and fade away
i know i got problems, so f-ck what all the haters say

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- arthur ray lyrics

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