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termanology - walk on by lyrics

[intro: harold melvin & the blue notes]
shortfyuz
i don’t like it on the outside
i gotta get on the inside
won’t you let me into your world? oh lady

[chorus: harold melvin & the blue notes and termanology]
you walk around with your head up high
on the street i stop but you walk on by
you walk around with your head up high
on the street i stop but you walk on by (yo, yo, uh)

[verse 1: termanology]
you lie to women for a livin’
tell them that you workin’ when really you just chillin’
feelin’ like you the sh+t and women should be kneelin’
like they seen the crucifix, ruthless how i’m feelin’
’cause don’t n0body care ’bout that liquor you be spillin’
down into your stomach when you don’t feel like livin’
stuck inside a building where many criminals live in
couple different children from multiple different women
and all them b+tches is trippin’
same time, everybody just can’t get the same shine
somebody gotta play ‘clef, somebody gotta play pras
you say that’s your blood brother but if you buck the same nine
and catch a body then let’s see if you get the same charge
bonfires with car tires burn on the northside
lawyers in they porsche ride drivin’ ’round with they horse high
and i was runny+nosed on broadway and bradford
even though life was drastic, somehow we still adapted
[chorus: harold melvin & the blue notes]
you walk around with your head up high
on the street i stop but you walk on by
you walk around with your head up high
on the street i stop but you walk on by

[verse 2: kota the friend]
monkey on my back, yeah
graduated from that life that i was livin’ last, yeah
i feel like it’s only right to bring you people back there
back when sh+t was hectic
had that pressure on my chest like what the f+ck, i gotta get this
got my youngin’ in the room, he need food, what i gotta do?
spent my last get+up in the lab, n+gga, jotted to ’em
in the zone, did this sh+t alone, had a lot to prove
h+lla broke, leaches in my phone tryna profit too
yeah, i never followed the clout train
all my friends is really my friends, n+gga, without fame
lotta people watchin’ my number risin’ and outraged
even when i’m gone, lil’ kota is wild paid
wolf sh+t, blockin’ the drama, dodgin’ the bullsh+t
soakin’ in the game ’til the wool’s lifted
my vision is too vivid, my n+ggas is too gifted
my writtens is too different, always tell the truth with it, yeah

[chorus: harold melvin & the blue notes]
you walk around with your head up high
on the street i stop but you walk on by
you walk around with your head up high
on the street i stop but you walk on by

- termanology lyrics

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