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Applause, yeah, yeah, from You to me

See it from the view that I see

Just to know that You are pleased

Is the reason that I’m doing these things

For Ya

Applause, from You to me

See it from the view that I see

Just to know that You are pleased

(Bride and groom) Is the reason that I’m doing these things

For Ya

Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

Praise and accolades

Bereave the stage

I say thanks as lights fade

I go, I go off the stage feeling regal

Ego, ego getting stroked, feel my steelo

So high, so high, so high, I'm like an eagle

So high, so high, so high, no pinot grigio

I'm drunk on my own wine, feeling plastered

Man, I'm gassed up. I ain't take no Beano

But you know how it be though

When you can rock the stadiums, that's under the steeple

When you can fill Palladium, pews full of people,

And crowds give it up to you like you was the Repo

Soon as the record hit the needle

I hit the stage killing homie, you can call me hero

On the real I'm villain homie, you can call me Deebo

And I'm living foul but it ain't no referees though

So ain't nobody shooting free throws

I just hit the stage like Frank and do it my way

Spit perverted Gospel, Bernie Mac, Friday

You heard what I say, it ain't no referees so

I'm traveling, packing hit the highway

Different cities have become the same place

Every crowd's a mirror man, I swear

I see the same face

I just say the same thing and let my pockets gain weight

Homie, this my day to day

I make em put their hands together like they're saying Grace

All in the name of the Lord and his saving grace

I'm playing games with His love, homie Flavor Flav

Cause every time I'm rhyming I'm thinking going diamond

My Heart's in the club, homie, Ace of Spades

I'm on a paper chase, gotta get this bread homie

I need a paper plate, tryna hold it down homie

I need a paperweight

Never wanna fade out, gotta get my taper straight

And I got them lined up

Homie, homie ain't that great

Homie, homie ain't that great

People clap for me and make patty-cake

Cause they feel my bars like Saint Patty's day

As pride fills up my chest, I gotta give them my best

I'm never gon take a rest

Homie homie I hate Saturdays

And I can't take the Sabbath day

So forget what my Daddy say

And go ahead with the patty-cake

And give my talent praise with...

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I go, I go, I may

Give me attention

Steal both my earlobes, homie take a listen

If any of the first verse sounded familiar

You can say the first verse was kind of a mirror

And I ain't even gon lie and say that wasn't me

Like when cats told me told me I can rhyme I wasn't geeked

Lil' homie from the gutter streets of Akron is rapping

With mad fans and staying at the Double Tree

Chest full of pride...Double ds

Cats used to sleep on me...Homie, double Zs

But now people stop me and ask me for my floppy

And can I sign a copy...Double Cs

Driven by selfish ambition, enslaved me

And kept me in the kitchen, making heat

When it really had me held in a prison made of beats

And every bar I spit made a prison gate for me

Fighting with myself, internally warring

Tryna change my foes, my pride was my opponent

Tryna change my clothes cause I hate the color orange

I had to call the Warden and beg him for His pardon

Repent of pride and the hardening of my heart

And denial of his calling

I need His grace

To come and pour in

And His mercy to fall like autumn

I was falling, pride had my number

It comes before the fall, similar to summer

July to autumn, the pride of all men

Is for guys to applaud them or deny the God that is awesome

So once again I'm falling

This time to my knees, Up to You I'm calling

Praying You are pleased, I’m down at your feet

With my crown at Your feet, asking for Your audience

You're the crowd that I seek