This a song for the regular people
Who sometimes feel lesser than equal
Who always give before they receive it
Blessed the people regular people
This a song for the regular people
Who sometimes feel lesser than equal
Who always give before they receive it
Blessed the people regular people
God willing they awake in the morning and
Glance at the ceiling revealing hoe their really really feeling
Like I'd really really rather be chilling
But I really gotta feed my children and pay the rent on this
This for the thugs & villains & thieves and things
The baby momma house wived that received the rings
The bang bang shoot them up on the streets
To the Kenneth Cole buffs in executive suites
We all gotta eat
Proper nutrition will you stop and you listen
Or will you play with your paper and be shocked when it hit's you
You purple pickle don't be shocked when it hit's you
You nickel nigga you think it's not gonna get you
This a song for the regular people
Who sometimes feel lesser than equal
Who always give before they receive it
Blessed the people regular people
Ah are you feeling the flow
Tell me baby is you feeling the flow
If you don't you got's to go
A dead hoe would feel my flow
From her throat to the top of her nose
Chest and head similar to a cold
Fingertip to the tip of her toes
Achilles to the heal of her soul
I'm a helluva bih you never know
I'll be healing your soul
Ah are you feeling the flow
Tell me baby is you feeling the flow
If you don't you got's to go
A dead hoe would feel my flow
What you gonna do when the bills are do
You ain't got no loot all you got is the truth
Will you hold it down & hold ya ground
Or will you let this wicked world leave you gagged and bound
What you gonna do when the streets don't pop
The money doesn't move
Ain't nothing working for you
Stuck on your luck & down in hard time
No where to go not left or right
This a song for the regular people
Who sometimes feel lesser than equal
Who always give before they receive it
Blessed the people regular people
This a song for the regular people
Who sometimes feel lesser than equal
Who always give before they receive it
Blessed the people regular people
This right here goes out to
Regular People
Damiano Unique - Regular People Lyrics
Damiano Unique - Regular People Lyrics
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This a song for the regular people
Who sometimes feel lesser than equal
Who always give before they receive it
Blessed the people regular people
This a song for the regular people
Who sometimes feel lesser than equal
Who always give before they receive it
Blessed the people regular people
God willing they awake in the morning and
Glance at the ceiling revealing hoe their really really feeling
Like I'd really really rather be chilling
But I really gotta feed my children and pay the rent on this
This for the thugs & villains & thieves and things
The baby momma house wived that received the rings
The bang bang shoot them up on the streets
To the Kenneth Cole buffs in executive suites
We all gotta eat
Proper nutrition will you stop and you listen
Or will you play with your paper and be shocked when it hit's you
You purple pickle don't be shocked when it hit's you
You nickel nigga you think it's not gonna get you
This a song for the regular people
Who sometimes feel lesser than equal
Who always give before they receive it
Blessed the people regular people
Ah are you feeling the flow
Tell me baby is you feeling the flow
If you don't you got's to go
A dead hoe would feel my flow
From her throat to the top of her nose
Chest and head similar to a cold
Fingertip to the tip of her toes
Achilles to the heal of her soul
I'm a helluva bih you never know
I'll be healing your soul
Ah are you feeling the flow
Tell me baby is you feeling the flow
If you don't you got's to go
A dead hoe would feel my flow
What you gonna do when the bills are do
You ain't got no loot all you got is the truth
Will you hold it down & hold ya ground
Or will you let this wicked world leave you gagged and bound
What you gonna do when the streets don't pop
The money doesn't move
Ain't nothing working for you
Stuck on your luck & down in hard time
No where to go not left or right
This a song for the regular people
Who sometimes feel lesser than equal
Who always give before they receive it
Blessed the people regular people
This a song for the regular people
Who sometimes feel lesser than equal
Who always give before they receive it
Blessed the people regular people
This right here goes out to
Regular People
Who sometimes feel lesser than equal
Who always give before they receive it
Blessed the people regular people
This a song for the regular people
Who sometimes feel lesser than equal
Who always give before they receive it
Blessed the people regular people
God willing they awake in the morning and
Glance at the ceiling revealing hoe their really really feeling
Like I'd really really rather be chilling
But I really gotta feed my children and pay the rent on this
This for the thugs & villains & thieves and things
The baby momma house wived that received the rings
The bang bang shoot them up on the streets
To the Kenneth Cole buffs in executive suites
We all gotta eat
Proper nutrition will you stop and you listen
Or will you play with your paper and be shocked when it hit's you
You purple pickle don't be shocked when it hit's you
You nickel nigga you think it's not gonna get you
This a song for the regular people
Who sometimes feel lesser than equal
Who always give before they receive it
Blessed the people regular people
Ah are you feeling the flow
Tell me baby is you feeling the flow
If you don't you got's to go
A dead hoe would feel my flow
From her throat to the top of her nose
Chest and head similar to a cold
Fingertip to the tip of her toes
Achilles to the heal of her soul
I'm a helluva bih you never know
I'll be healing your soul
Ah are you feeling the flow
Tell me baby is you feeling the flow
If you don't you got's to go
A dead hoe would feel my flow
What you gonna do when the bills are do
You ain't got no loot all you got is the truth
Will you hold it down & hold ya ground
Or will you let this wicked world leave you gagged and bound
What you gonna do when the streets don't pop
The money doesn't move
Ain't nothing working for you
Stuck on your luck & down in hard time
No where to go not left or right
This a song for the regular people
Who sometimes feel lesser than equal
Who always give before they receive it
Blessed the people regular people
This a song for the regular people
Who sometimes feel lesser than equal
Who always give before they receive it
Blessed the people regular people
This right here goes out to
Regular People
Writer: Damiano Austin
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