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Fly Jets Over Boston

アーティスト:Sammy Adams  アルバム:Boston's Boy 

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Verse 1- Sammy Adams White picket fence, not me I'm on the top floor. Roof top city spot lookin' over all yours. Chillin with a crush I don't really have time for I'm the 3 white keys in C your a Minor. Knew my shit bang when my music hit the high-waves. Found out that hard work pays off like Friday's ehh. Plenty of people do the (sorray's?) But Don't seem to be blowin like penelope and Johnnay Sorry sound so big headed I'm just floatin, no clue where this cloud's headed. Never been addicted to the fame, no star fetish. You worry about yours while we count our lettuce ehh. Chorus- Curren$y All we gone do is spin that reel. So if you think that don't come round here. Oh? You thought that this was your year? There's the Do' get the fuck outta here. I'm not playin' I'm just sayin x3 I'm not playin' Verse 2 - Curren$y uhhh, And when it all come down to it, the homie fin' to do his thang you gotta give it to him. Referring 3rd person to myself about my music; you got them


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