Amy Winehouse Remix // Rafael Casal - "On Tour" 100 bars straight @rafaelcasal скачать в хорошем качестве

Amy Winehouse Remix // Rafael Casal - "On Tour" 100 bars straight @rafaelcasal

A Getback Production Exclusive for Thizzlerontheroof.com For booking, e-mail Isabelle - info@thegetback.com To download the track, click here!: http://www.mediafire.com/?4mnnrdzudwt For more info on Rafael Casal @ The Getback visit getrafael.com Lyrics! when I'm on tour I'm never insecure/ signin notebooks girls feel me premature/ and I aint even known barely steppin in the door/ still travelin alone expandin my repertoire/ they say maybe down the road what I'm makin may just soar/ so will you sign my poem cuz ya never be too sure/ everybody blown buyin me Coronas/ another time zone somebody bringin me Folgers/ on the college circuit no nothins ever perfect/ sometimes there's no crowd sometimes you can't work it/ so when it goes dead I just focus on the perks, shit/ I still got my bread and my hotels purchased/ and in the mornin you back on that jet blue/ to the next audience who's need to accept you/ buy a cd bring you to their venue/ tryin to make friends cuz thats what friends can do/ Some fans been followin me for ages/ saw me on HBO and call me famous/ grabbed my download subscribin to all my pages/ got my video on her phone she bootlegged it/ and I'm collectin every poster that my face on/ to celebrate the fact that I aint had to go and make one/ takin all these photos next day they're up on facebook/ taggin me and writin how the show was so amazin/ "Oh my god I loved it it was so good" But when I go home home to settle/ local folks speak like they grown and on my level/ tellin me they rock shows when I know they throw pebbles/ but I dont even mind I just leave them behind/ they made the grapes but I make the wine/ he claims he great but cant escape the vine/ whats to make what I make but aint even got the time/ so he runs his mouth then travels down south/ fine follow me online/ where I can read letters bout how I'm better/ where people tell me Rafa you should do a record/ but the bay gets no love so there's so much pressure/ Jet setter stackin up my frequent flyers/ cuz I am the header on these frequent fliers/ no savings but a frequent buyer/ collectin ice creams like Bryers/ yes U make about 2 stacks when performin/ do about 6 quick tracks then relax/ means I'm makin over 3 bills every poem/ each piece three minutes thats a bill every 60 seconds / I'm goin aint like I'm ballin/ Im'a call that my blessin that people keep callin/ and women keep sweatin at me every so often/ fallin in love in Texas get some head in Boston/ lovin the applause when it comes right by me/ Oakland fitted wanna know if I get hyphy/ I say "I might be" plus I get hippie/ trippin on shrooms til I'm back in the 60's/ past of an MC future producer/ presently in a frenzy somebody gimme "woosah"/ must be a paratrooper the daring way I maneuver/ cuz I don't get played just blown like a tuba I'm smoother/ two to the face when I touch down/ round when my folks pound don't hang around, next flight/ at SFO shed my access hoe/ baby won't let go you'll be home soon right?/ no sweetie I got arrangements/ don't try to check me you don't make my payments/ I'm headed to milwaukee so unless your gonna walk me/ please let go my arm be cuz this plane i can't miss/ kiss and I'm gone this is how I loose every lady/ the price you pay for life I play it ain't right makin her wait every night and day/ and cant not take a mic they hand my way/ so I tell her to replace me my best weapon/ but when checkin in on my ex women/ part of me dies when I see that men stepped in/ someone who could mend the mess I left them in/ but many young man stuck workin retail/ so I cant compromise nothin for no female/ I'm on the road alone I manage every detail/ one day I'll have a chicks who laughs when I tell her these tails/ bout how spent my 20s traveling the globe/ payin my tuition off some shit that wrote/ which goes against the intuition of those who listen/ to rap music think its a bunch of dumb folks/ and this be it bruh the artist hustle/ don't envy it it is the hardest hustle/ many of us brag bout the stars and the women/ but what we keep hidden are the scars and stumbles/ pick up and zip up my bag again/ cuz I'm back to somewhere else on the map again/ break another heart for the making of my art/ so I savor every part of my travelin/ dropped the monster proof I'm beast and of the best/ while I get my degree out east in the midwest/ where west coast MCs get very little respect/ but they except our number one rep/ yes me cuz I advanced the whole skill set/ make beats, rap sing with a live quartet/ at this point and time I think I penned a fine portrait/ so I'm out slow leave you with me hummin to my outro/