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• Artiste: MAVI
• Titre: Baking Soda
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Baking soda, baking soda Add another stroke and the painting sold Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh and the painting sold Baking soda, baking soda Add another stroke and the painting sold Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Palette on the stove with the baking soda I’ma add another stroke and the painting sold [?] place that I can’t control I established it alone [?] Intimately in the business of stretching out lessons Crammed in a business of pressure invested From my early days verbal and vestige Never quite know if they heard what I said From this mode of faith, code unaffected See [?] and scoping for mids I don’t owe no one else but the reverend Who got my OG still folding her hands We got [?] I flow so accessible Nothing in an excess but excess of course I was up with my bread, so I bet some more It got stacked and [?] checkerboard I’m a king but got less in this metaphor Nothing but my knowledge of the [?] Days are mine and it’s set with the best support Love my brothers, I wish I could tell ’em more They gon feel when they get to this step I’m on When the mirror way under the pedestal And you traded your face for development And your tears is now trees I been gave my soul away to the drum I’ma live forever We ain’t come from gold spoons but gold chains, my niggas’ clever She say we either on drugs or need to be Which is better? She was already gone fore I could see she ain’t get the letter I been gave my soul away to the drum I’ma live forever We ain’t come from gold spoons but gold chains, my niggas’ clever She say we either on drugs or need to be Which is better? She was already gone before I could see she ain’t get the letter Soul away to the drum I’ma live forever We ain’t come from gold spoons but gold chains, my niggas’ clever She say we either on drugs or need to be Which is better? She was already gone fore I could see she ain’t get the letter I been gave my soul away to the drum I’ma live forever We ain’t come from gold spoons but gold chains, my niggas’ clever She say we either on drugs or need to be Which is better? She was already gone before I could see she ain’t get the letter