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francis arevalo - swoop lyrics

[verse 1 : francis ]
francis taking chances, he finally put his pants on
practicing his dance moves, with his dad’s jaw and chansons
so, pardon what fran says, he got next, so get gone
who else gon’ make your head rock, and then put you in that ted talk
you’re rapping along, so blast this, a different caliber dawg
i studied the art — getting my bachelor on, put on for the squad
spitting for friends in the scene, laugh at tracks, while i sit calm
working on my next song, my band’ll make em dance long
this dude from raincouver, now i got ‘em silver lines
i’m getting mine without an umbrella, it’s hard enough to get some shine
don’t need no co-signs, just good friends with hopeful minds
brew dopest rhymes, who’s my parallel north of the 49th?
all they want are figures: women, money, and charts
while i’m that podcast michael rapaport, i mean that mic i’ll rap apart
thanks for rapport, i’m that new school apl. de ap at heart
this tape’s the apple of rap, there’s a rap for that, g*nius bars

[hook]

i know this ain’t a feeling only i know
i’m looking in the mirror, and goodness i’m feeling guapo
it’s a real good day, i feel like i won the lotto
we’re gonna see tomorrow
swoop swoop is the motto

[verse 2 : francis]

audiophiles making audio files for ears and
i get so high on my sounds, even my dawgs wouldn’t hear it
put stances in stanzas to push and get near to my peers
i’m kramer, jerry, and ‘stanza, and see elaine in the clearing
so i’m singing softly, and talking hard at local speakeasy’s
they’re bobbin their heads harder, i think they’re agreeing with me
ain’t making a k!lling; i’m making a living
party like it’s nineteen ninety-nine percent or lower, so you can holla
the mood is hakuna matata, crooning for nala
feeling hot as nelly in saunas, i think i found my calling
my father’s been blue collar, i grew up on blue scholars
so comparing me to most, i’m working harder and smarter
world’s feeling smaller — recalling calls for curfew from mama
now it’s curtain calls, and role calls, and call and responses
a long way since selling cells, and calling clients at that phone store
ya boy is so sicks, he’s the dude they go oh for

[hook]

[verse 3 : francis]
jacob said i shouldn’t hurt em
but when i wake up with purpose
i learn this, that i’m half a man, half amazing, and half a furnace
half bad at math, mastercl-ss, circus, and half a sermon
half warrior, steph curry with verses, and i’m at your service
i won’t say that i’m best at it
but fact’s what i imagine when i see these cats slacking
is kuya from canada
that roya is so rabbit, that boy just raps rabid
cuz when they collab’ing, that noise they gon blast it
patch adams in dad hats rapping that black magic
he’s that backpack rapper:
likely to rap, and hand ya snacks, and backpacks after
if you factor agency in our talents
we won’t need a talent agency to have it
most likely to make it happen

- francis arevalo lyrics

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