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FASHION LOOKBOOK: BY TOMSON NCUBE x ALPHA APPEAL
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvjiU2Lst14)
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Mood Music
Catch 88
Who still innocent? Cities filled with synonyms, Forbidden fruits look sweeter with the cinnamon, And my sentiments, fresher than a heaven’s scent, So I’m never spent, Brewster got the millions
Over fences See your friends become your nemesis, Clear the sentence when the senses leave you penniless, So you hit the bar, counter cursing every sip, On the rocks, no ice Yeah, let it sink…
Still the pickets so offensive Pour another drink, With my back against the fence I heard the lady sing Sweet melodies, melancholy harmonies… In my defense, I keep the needle on the record still
Spit it sicker than the flickers off a candle wick, Drippin’ wax upon the edges of a shallow dish, Still enlightened like my third eye never blinks, Over thinking my position when I’m moving bricks, Pull the plug when I’m charging all these witnesses Steady swinging like a pendulum; fucken ticks, All talk, no bite like a bloody mink
See, they drowning in a pool full of shallow sinks, noVa flowing through tsunami’s let the plates shift, Got the game shook - Knights from the East right? Rand dreams left me by the cross-light
now the L’s burn bright like a crossfire,
got their lines crossed, blessed how a bishop ride
through the alleys steady skirting up her tender thighs
When she crying for deliverance, I’m Papa John How appalling, pulling over at the crack of dawn Rolling Solo-man, I guess it’s like a Game of Thrones And my verses picture perfect, so proverbial -
Maximize her Vicki Secrets with a pair of dimes Got her wishing well…
Maybe if I came tonight; yeah You could bring the wine; yeah We could spend the time; yeah Slowly intertwined… gazing as the stars align; yeah
As we grooving to the rhythms of our inner vibes, Feel the passion steady moving to her nether-minds
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a trick is a trick to a nigga bitch and a bitch see the trick in a nigga pleas
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niggas heard bitches hurt niggas, hurt bitches heard niggas hurt bitches, hurt niggas hurt bitches
O (the vow)
women hate being alone men don’t always mind she aims to please - he learned to lie - he hoped to hide in plain sight he knew too much for his own good she stood in the rain by the phone booth, calling like he’s on the hook, fishy like a shady Brook
a trick is a trick to a nigga bitch and a bitch see the trick in a nigga pleas
hell’s fury cowers from a woman scorned, pains been her friend since forbidden fruits, see her weeping by the willows grief is her pillow dreams of a hero killed by tequila…
mock the bird
hung from the top of a dance, pole she tryna feel the reign of a nigga showers, he tryna clean the stains off his camouflage sweat fed the buds in a garden, dry
ashes to ashes dust to dust
till the new son dawns for the mourning light she moves through the night tryna justify the guilt in the shame made them unify courting queens with stolen rings -
niggas heard bitches hurt niggas - hurt bitches heard niggas hurt bitches - hurt niggas hurt bitches
the cycle continues
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casa.noVa (prod. The Cinematic Orchestra)
She said we should get free - So my mind roamed The desires Of her soul An Oasis of delicacies, Never dry as deserts As the breeze brushes gently Around the bark, through the leaves; I found a cherry sweet as Caramel cinnamon, Dipped in chocolate flour Seeds... Blooming with the promice Of a new day, My palette seasoned by the taste Of her petals... You look good in your birthday suit... Love... You belong in The Louvre Disclaimer: I do not own the copyrights to the instrumental but I really wouldn't mind collaborating with The Cinematic Orchestra at some point.