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Clusters

from EARS APART by Binary Star

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I DONT MIND TAKING PICS, SHAKING HANDS

I TRY TO SHOW LOVE EVERYTIME I CAN

ME AND ALL THE REAL FANS UNDERSTAND

IT CAN BE A GIRL, WOMAN, BOY OR MAN

IF ACTING LIKE A GROUPIE IS NOT THE PLAN

THEY DONT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT AN ILL ADVANCE

THEY JUST WANT A PIECE OF THE SONG AND DANCE

THE GO AROUND, COME AROUND FOR THE NEXT BAND

Verse 1

One day I'm trynna chill

Yo D, let's hit the club
not to rock, just because

I get inside the club no push, no shove

It was all love

All pounds, all hugs

Now we' in the house like the Poltergeist ghost

It's open mic night, here come the open mic host

You know the type he walking over like,
"Lo! I know you gon' spit a flow tonight"

I'm like "Nope!"

I didn't mean to get ya' hopes up
I just showed up

To get me out my seat right now,
you need a tow truck

He walked away with his glass to the rim,
but came back when it was empty and he asked me again,

I said,

"I'm just trynna chill!"

He didn't really get it,
off that liquor he's persistent

I guess he had in his head, I'm kicking the raps for a living

And real emcees, should be able to rap at any given

Apparently his iPod worked automatically
but now He thinks I'm arrogant acting unsatisfactory

and now the fan of me
is mad at me and family
attacking me with insults
it's actually insanity

I stood gravity and smiled no cavity
He didn't wanna battle me
It ended it all happily

So now I dedicate this one to the groupie

and Charlie Brown nose
All on my Snoopy


Verse 2

Known for spittin' flim flam,
from Water land to Rotterdam
Got'em jumpin' out the wagon like a Amish man

I'm at the show with my lady beaver,
'Got-dam' (goddamn)!

Translation- I'm at the beach with a pile of sand

Get your mind outta the garbage can

We seen a fan,
said she wanted my baby and needed Sonogram

She couldn't see my lady standing there, a hologram

This was a dime piece, my lady wanna Kill a gram (kilogram)

You can have up to four in Islam

But I ain't having that conversation, your phone number contraband

Musta slipped it in my pocket when she asked me to dance

I got a thorough exam,
minus the polygraph

It makes sense using logic and math

But more simple like Doc Seuss,
Green eggs without the ham

No love slave,
King from the motherland
Next day I seen her on my timeline,
follow back.



FRIENDS AND FAM CAN HANG

IT'S ALL CHEERS WHEN NOBODY GOTTA ASK YOUR NAME

AND I LOVE ALL THE FANS THE SAME

IF YOU CAME TO THE SHOW, THEM I'M GLAD YOU CAME

COME AGAIN



FRIENDS AND FAM CAN HANG

IT'S ALL CHEERS WHEN NOBODY GOTTA ASK YOUR NAME

AND I LOVE ALL THE FANS THE SAME

IF YOU CAME TO THE PARTY,

I'M GLAD YOU CAME

COME AGAIN

credits

from EARS APART, released August 24, 2018
TRACK 4: Clusters
SONG WRITERS: Nahshid 'One Be Lo' Sulaiman
BEAT MAKER: OneManArmy
CO PRODUCER: Autocons
TURNTABLE: Mario 'DJ Virus' Aguirre
ELECTRIC BASS: Emily Rogers
KEYBOARD: Derek 'The Tyrant' Caraway
ELECTRIC GUITAR: David "DMT" Vied
MPC 200XL: OneManArmy
ARRANGER: GNRLsbLMNL
RECORDING ENGINEER: Derek 'The Tyrant' Caraway
MIXING ENGINEER: Derek 'The Tyrant' Caraway
MASTERING ENGINEER: Denzel 'CONDUCTORWILLIAMS'
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: GNRLsbLMNL

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One Be Lo is a HipHop writer/emcee/producer from Pontiac Michigan, currently living in Cairo, Egypt.

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