K. Sparks - Spring (Theme) lyrics

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K. Sparks - Spring (Theme) lyrics

[Verse 1: K. Sparks] This be the dope flow that the feens wanting Until it bleeds I don't care They saying that I'm crazy nice (ay yo b) But you ain't Jay Z wife My crazy life critics an*lyzing what I say They just bad cab drivers take everything the wrong way We really raw ya'll never saw Stevie Wonder wipping that Hummer that mean a problem [Bridge: L Richards] Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Twin heaters, Slim Jesus That new black face it got white skin y'all could holla My flow be off the chain I mean truly bruh Ya'll came close but no cigars y'all like some Lucy's bruh [Hook: L Richards] Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure [Verse 2: K. Sparks] Ya'll losing, My dudes bring Force that make Incredible Hulk look like a mood swing I be that rapper that rapping rappers be rapping bout (Say it louder for the people in the back) You in amazement, Now who ya came with I got a new lease on life minus the car payment And see my aim is as never heinous as being famous (Say it louder for the people in the back) [Bridge: L Richards] Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Black people love me like I'm cocoa bu*ter chapstick White people love me like I'm Star Bucks or Brad Pitt But still it's ditto my riddle diddle to get a fiddle in the middle and I go mental on any instrumental [Hook: L Richards] Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure [Verse 3: K. Sparks] I'm bearing arms like wife beaters these tight sneakers So inner city like black students with white teachers And Christ teach us despite preachers that's lying wait These adolescence getting higher than the crime rate That's not a stereotype that's what it be So even if a rapper (spit) couldn't spit it like me That's not a stereotype that's what it be So even if a rapper (spit) couldn't spit it like me [Hook: L Richards] Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure

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