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Turquoise Video (MV)




Performed By: Narco
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Unakho Kunene




Narco - Turquoise Lyrics
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Because I love music, it's in my head, I can't get it out
You're haering it yourself?
I hear it now
I was in high school, chillin' V-Lone
Nobody understood what I mean, oh
When I'm on the mic, I'm in beast mode
I'm in beast mode
But I'm chillin' though
Real shit is hard to swallow, like some jungle oats
And my chain, hit my neck, like let's have a toast
If you don't give me respect, I won't f*ck with you
I won't f*ck with you, kinda obvious
In eighth grade, I really wanted to be an astronomer
She can't see the red flag, that's on top of her
Of course I'm gonna risk that, I ain't got no choice
I ain't got no choice
Gotta use my voice
Nigga your money ain't blue, that shit turquoise
And that nigga want a feat, I sent the invoice
And my money come in fast like a race horse
Like a race horse
Or a f*cking Porsche
Yeah this beat is heavenly, and it's prod by me
And I feel at ease when I puff on tree
We not enemies, you can't beef with me, with me
Cause I ain't got the time
And I'll probably forget that we beefin', I ain't lying
Even if you don't f*ck with me, it's fine
Even if you hating on me, I don't mind
It's fine
I was in high school, chillin' V-Lone
Nobody understood what I mean, oh
When I'm on the mic, I'm in beast mode
I'm in beast mode
But I'm chillin' though
But I'm chillin' though
Doin' shit you wanna do
Doin' shit you wouldn't do
Cause we too cool
Yeah we too cool
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English

Because I love music, it's in my head, I can't get it out
You're haering it yourself?
I hear it now
I was in high school, chillin' V-Lone
Nobody understood what I mean, oh
When I'm on the mic, I'm in beast mode
I'm in beast mode
But I'm chillin' though
Real shit is hard to swallow, like some jungle oats
And my chain, hit my neck, like let's have a toast
If you don't give me respect, I won't f*ck with you
I won't f*ck with you, kinda obvious
In eighth grade, I really wanted to be an astronomer
She can't see the red flag, that's on top of her
Of course I'm gonna risk that, I ain't got no choice
I ain't got no choice
Gotta use my voice
Nigga your money ain't blue, that shit turquoise
And that nigga want a feat, I sent the invoice
And my money come in fast like a race horse
Like a race horse
Or a f*cking Porsche
Yeah this beat is heavenly, and it's prod by me
And I feel at ease when I puff on tree
We not enemies, you can't beef with me, with me
Cause I ain't got the time
And I'll probably forget that we beefin', I ain't lying
Even if you don't f*ck with me, it's fine
Even if you hating on me, I don't mind
It's fine
I was in high school, chillin' V-Lone
Nobody understood what I mean, oh
When I'm on the mic, I'm in beast mode
I'm in beast mode
But I'm chillin' though
But I'm chillin' though
Doin' shit you wanna do
Doin' shit you wouldn't do
Cause we too cool
Yeah we too cool
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Writer: Unakho Kunene
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