Style Changer Lyrics
by Eric Turner
i'm coming meet amazes
i love the charts with amazes
i'm a style changer inovator my ..changer
i'am let the people know me
i'am let the .. tell her
i'am G ..haters the fifty places i stay ..
i'ma need a size full of gold
i'ma let the eyes go
i'ma let the .. call ym name and hear my echoes
ia'm be the first ..
i'ma be the last singer
i'ma let the ..make em call my name and hear my echoes
hear my echoes,
yeah, style changer
i change .. from the ghetto to first ..
to earn that baby mother money for the ..
hiding that jacket they mouth starting the ..
runnin the .. relate without ..
send it for a trash you could thank us
..of every urban aspirtaion
starting on the world with no explanation
the reason why your son wears his hat to the side
with his arms crossed emulating bosses
no rick ross but the..making move people no ..
..inovators in another club
because the same style dont' make the ends in my ends
money make friends style makes followers
style changes change all of us
when I had a peak at you you were not involving
i've been getting .. echoes in the dolphins
rappers think they're wavey
end up in the ocean
i'm the rhyme minister
you do the voting
radio and TV can't get enough
guess i'm living in two places at once
always cried wolf but I never cried enough
i was that kid that was making up stuff
before when I would shout no one would listen
now they're shouting with me while they're zoned to my rhythm
I barely go out with the girls that I been in
this is Wretch .. is the only new .. to my vision
my ex gets depressed when she hears my tunes
I still get teh shivers when I see her in the room
and this is no lie this it's a whole lot a truth
if i gave you my heart I coud show you the proof
they tell me get a grip (grip) I'm threatening to let go
i don't wanna a chick (chick) i just wanna get dough
not that I don't love women but I get loads
I was bagging the baddest b*****s when I was dead broke eeeugh
you got swagger like .. move slow but with the money i'm like ...
might have to change on them
piss on their parade when I rain on them
when your weekends become your weekdays
and you hear so many voices you don't need mate
not to mention...you wanna pass the baton
but you feel like you're on your own running relay
what's left to do but better your own time
aint nothing to do but better your own rhymes
I hope you appreciate the irony in me saying
that losing aint part of my vocab
you know the rules