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LoNe WolF - "Hard to Love"


Mixed & Mastered By: LoNe WolF







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Hard to Love

Prod. @user-636406606

[Intro]
(Laugh)
That’s creepy

[Chorus]
Let’s keep going, let’s keep growing, let’s keep blowing, oh, I can do it better
Whiskey coded, Skinny Kodak, they don’t know it, oh, I can do it better
Jet-ski rolling, A. Ski glowing, broski flowing, think he can do it better
Nah, nah

[Verse 1]
On and on and on and on (I just keep on laughing)
How it’s possible? (They think that they good at rapping)

In the kitchen, cooking, breaking dishes, way too ambitious, body, rhymes too delicious
Now you know that I’m vicious
But I’m also too precious
Let it go, got no issues
Shit gets too superstitious, uh

[Chorus]
Let’s keep going, let’s keep growing, let’s keep blowing, oh, I can do it better
Whiskey coded, Skinny Kodak, they don’t know it, oh, I can do it better
Jet-ski rolling, A. Ski glowing, broski flowing, think he can do it better
Nah, nah

[Verse 2]
Honey, honey, honey, do you got some money?
You ain’t got some money, you gotta ask me, honey
It’s not like I’m against, I think you should’ve guessed
You treat me way too bad, I’m not even your friend

They about to pull up
Be like «Skinny, wassup
Heard that you hiding some, got that breast and that butt»

Then I say I go home
And I’m leaving alone
If you think that I’m caught
Motherfucker, you dumb

[Chorus]
Let’s keep going, let’s keep growing, let’s keep blowing, oh, I can do it better
Whiskey coded, Skinny Kodak, they don’t know it, oh, I can do it better
Jet-ski rolling, A. Ski glowing, broski flowing, think he can do it better

[Outro]
He can do it better?
Nah, he can’t do it better

Credits: Anastasia Kolosova, Caleb MacLeod

I Can Do It Better (Prod. CLEOD)

Lyrics:
(Wash nine Wash miles)
(Wash up on the riverbank)
(Hinges)

It washed up on the riverbank last night
A frail bodied, weean donny
Back scared on the shoulder blades
He couldn't speak a word of our tongue
So we took him in, gave him clothes
He hid whenever he saw the sun

The town called him a devil
A beast born in the words
They said he killed the first borns
With the famine a decade back
He used to have wings
And answered only to Samael

He seemed only nine years old
His face cracked like an abby arch
The fog cast a concrete spell
I new kind of transparent saint, he sat
With the face of a messianic, martyred star

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

But then he stood up, skin half dripping off
His frail body broke the rope
And dropped down from the bonfire
He crawled from the sun, the villagers fled
Half way through the woods
We found him with stubs on his back

He looked to the sky,
He aged a thousand years

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

His face contorted, he screamed out in pain
The nubs grew, the blood spewed
He raised in the air, the nubs grew feathers
His feet left the floor and he burst into ashes

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

ANTI MERIDIAN

Come, gather round, welcome to the show, let me peel your wig back with some shit you didn't know. Gotta get in where you fit in, one ticket for admission, no you do not want the smoke, & you can't escape the system, like bitch I'm on a mission, just let me get to fishin'  On my Van Gogh rendition  like I insist you listen. Bout to cut my ear off, yeah, call it acquisition.  Got me wishin' when I grow up, Imma join a coalition. Send me on an expedition to oppose the competition. Only under one condition, Imma destroy opposition. With, or without your permission, know I'm stacking ammunition. Let me reverse my position. Dreams are coming to fruition. 

Definition. my condition, superstition, apparition, audition, demolition, premonition, mathematician, in addition, tactician, transition, inhibition, repetition, exhibition, technician, inquisition, mortician, intermission, malnutrition, in remission, tradition, commission, extradition, fifth edition, obtuse, rubber goose, green moose, guava juice, giant snake, birthday cake, large fries, chocolate shake.

 Doug Dimmadome, owner of the dimmadome. It's not a dimma-house bitch, it's a dimma-home. It be never dim together, but you know it's dim alone. Bitch, it's bright out & about, but you know it's dim at home. I've been tryna dimma-call you from my fucking dimma- phone. Finna rip you apart bitch, I'm on you like a shark. Got that icky with a v, on my Chip Skylark.. Wooo!.. The shiny teeth in me..        

Intermission's over, now back to the show. I can get it when you want it, know you get it for the low. Got that loverboy flow, on my Juandissimo. When times get cold, you can warm up with my flow. Time to hit em' with a poof, on my Cosmo & Wanda. I'm tryna raise the roof, know I'm on my Jane Fonda. Brodies in the parking lot, I'm ripping in my Honda. That 70's show, I'm talking Big Rhonda. It's feeding time bitch, time to feed my anaconda. He's on a strict diet, I ain't talking Ashwagandha. See you coming in on some shit I ain't fond of. On my Don Cheadle, call it Hotel Rwanda.

No Uganda, coming in, a fucking all-American, hit me up like where you been, I'm tearing down the wall like my last name was Berlin, got that warrior within, on my Prince of Persia shit, watch me tag you on the chin, comfy in my own skin, better call your next of kin, got me drinking juice and gin, pulling tricks up on my Schwinn, watch me hit em' with a grin, got me playing violin, got your girl hitting high notes, yeah, I call her Kellin Quinn. 

All twisted up, yeah, time to disentangle. Living life like a rhombus bitch, I hit the right angle. Jingle Jangle go the keys, but the whip is all mangled. Bitch, I'll hit you with a frying pan like I'm watching Tangled. Bitch, I'm Jorgen Von Strangle, bout to wrangle, watch me ball out. Yeah, they got me breaking ankles, nuke em' playing fallout. Take out the Titanic, call it freak iceberg, & all my neighbors hate me, call it Dinkleberg..


Juandissimo's Revenge (Prod. Bmbeatz)

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THERE WILL BE BLOOD

All White Buffs

All White Buffs (Prod. Austin The Plugg)

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/por-un-beso-tuyo-version-instrumental
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/por-un-beso-tuyo-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión con Dazz Deva   https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/por-un-beso-tuyo

POR UN BESO TUYO

Me siento como una fiera
al verte huyendo de mí
no me permites siquiera
sentarme cerca de ti.

Me tachas de pegajoso
porque te quiero besar
y que es el mío un acoso
que no puedes soportar.

Simplemente te diré
que el amor es otra cosa
que el fantasma del ayer
pesa en ti como una losa.

Estribillo

Por un beso tuyo
por tenerte cerca
por abrir la puerta
de tu corazón
detendría el mundo
mataría el miedo
besaría el cielo
por su comprensión.

Por un beso tuyo,
ese que aún no has dado
porque lo has guardado
muy dentro de ti,
abriría un surco
en mi pensamiento,
sembraría aliento
para proseguir.

----------------

Me acusas de teatrero
de  despreciar la moral
de anidar en mi cerebro
el gran pecado mortal

Simplemente te diré
que no soy un perturbado:
mi único pecado es...
es quererte demasiado.

Estribillo

FOR A KISS FROM YOU

I feel like a beast
seeing you running away from me
you won't even let me
sit near you.

You call me clingy
because I want to kiss you
and that mine is a harassment
you can't bear.

I'll simply tell you
that love is something else
but the ghost of yesterday
weighs on you like a stone.

Chorus

For a kiss from you
to have you near
to open the door
to your heart
I would stop the world
I would kill fear
I would kiss the sky
for its understanding.

For a kiss from you,
the one you haven't given yet
because you've kept it
deep inside you,
it would open a furrow
in my thoughts,
it would sow encouragement
to continue.

----------------

You accuse me of being theatrical
of scorning morality
of harboring in my brain
the great mortal sin

I'll simply tell you
that I'm not a lunatic:
my only sin is...
is loving you too much.

Chorus

Por un beso tuyo

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Spin Back Twice

Eargasmic Dissertation , Elucidating Gnosis Finis

Experiment Period

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