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  • Текст песни Luke Christopher - 100 Fans

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    [Hook: Luke Christopher]
    Cause if I only had a hundred fans
    I'd take them all to dinner
    Talk about the people that we used to be
    If I had a hundred fans
    Fly them all to Paris
    Ain't nobody paying, I'd be buying the drinks
    And we would party
    And we would dance
    And we would throw up all them hands
    Until they turned to clouds
    Yeah, I got you now
    If I only had a hundred fans

    [Verse 1: Luke Christopher]
    Life's too short to be an asshole
    I think I learned that on my last flow
    I think I learned that with the last ho
    Forgot her name... that's the past though
    And the teacher never had a lesson that I cared for
    The preacher never had a god I was scared of
    The people never had a place where they could share love
    Look at the way I do it, I do it because I care, huh?
    So what you in the mood for, people?
    Least I could do is get food for the people
    Love you so much, your [?}​ is illegal
    Got common sense, I do it for all the people
    We could hit the beach in sunny California
    Keeping the flow hot so ya'll ain't cathing pneumonia
    See I want it cause I love you
    And if I had a hundred fans I would do a track with each one of you

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2: Luke Christopher]
    It's not the kind of shit you hearing every day
    The radio-play got a nigga working like a slave
    And rarely is the [?] out the way
    You changing the game that you never learned how to play
    Say, you only seventeen but you got a son
    Yo, you got to learn to run beneath the applebaum
    The world is yours, it's almost done
    Right when you started backtracking and asking 'em
    Where the hell has the passion gone?
    The microphone, America's next top in the Aston Mar-
    Tin be the gin of the sea
    I pretend to be you, you pretend to be me

    [Hook]

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