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Style I Bring Lyrics

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Northern State : Style I Bring Lyrics

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Service and devotion, I motion to continue
With the style I bring you-the style I bring you
In the Hotel California and they're turning down the beds
And I came to spread love to the west coast heads
Love letters to Brooklyn from the Hollywood Hills
No frills, a thrill seeker seeking real cheap thrills
Like rain crying into a reservoir
Come out, come out wherever you are
I said come out, come out wherever you are
To all the MC's/to the gay MC's (but they grow orange trees in LA)
To the hearts of gold
NYC seasons change, summers fold
And I know I'm geeting old

Service and devotion, I motion to continue
With the style I bring you-the style I bring you

We're driving round, our feet are flying over the ground
No time to sleep
I'm writing rhymes and you're counting sheep
From the east coast to the west coast
There is always one ghost-hiding in your dreams and lurking unbeknowst
Asking what are you afraid of-why you have the chills?
Said we rock the bottom of the valleys to the top of the hills
Now you're paying close attenion to all of our verses
Said you're learning all the words and counting all of the curses
And I don't know where I'mm going cause I can't seem to see
Beyond tomorrow through the haze, through the cloouds how it'll be
And the past is nothing but a memory to me

Service and devotion, I motion to continue
With the style I bring you-the style I bring you

Towering and cowering and tumbling and falling
my telephone keeps ringing but I said to stop calling me
My head is filled with cotton, now it's soaked up in the years
And it's soaked in the tears and the fears and the beers
Everyday I be rotting up in urban decay
You know i'm headed to the Betty said this girl in the worst way
Insanity and vanity, I'm giving into sin i said
"Oh the humanity" and pass another valium
And Muggs not drugs-hugs and french kisses
I'm that crasy b*tch who flips all of the switches
Oh boy-listen to me When I say hop that plane
'cause you've got nothing to lose
And everything, everything, eveerything to gain

Service and devotion, I motion to continue
With the style I bring you-the style I bring you