Belly - Another Note Lyrics
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Another Note
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What Are The Lyrics For Another Note By Belly?
Yeah
Yeah Young nigga on another note Young nigga on another note Young nigga on another note Young nigga on another note Uh, where I'm from all the hearts frozen Face death with our arms open I need a fix 'cause this heart broken Liquor, weed got us all copin' Drinking Henny like the bar's open Smoking potent 'til we start choking Growing numb to the growing pain I swear the shit feel like it's Novacane I'm still here, no complaints (none) I had a convo with death about how close we came (dang) My dog stabbed me in the back, a couple years back He had the nerve to hit my phone today He started bringing up shit, I told him don't explain This strange feeling came over me and I overcame It's like we related the way that you relate They bug the whole fucking house, we had to fumigate Family in the motel, acting like there's room for eight That's why I cry when I I got it Room for eight That's why I cry when I moved into the new estate Who can hate? Stress had me losing hair Wish it had me losing weight Darkness made me lose my ways Thought it was over 'til I started over Muslim boy had to wear a cross just to cross the border (cross the border) Young nigga on another note |
Who Wrote Another Note By Belly?
Ahmad Balshe, Zakaria Kharbouch, Benjamin Diehl
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What's The Duration Of The Another Note By Belly?The duration of Another Note is 2:30 minutes and seconds. |
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