@Who's Saying This

Who Brought The Brew Written by: Who’s Saying This Music Produced & Provided by: Mister KA   Hook: We came to get it down, bring the party, and break tha rules/ Spring Break let’s get retarded an act a motherfuckin fool/ gettin’ off campus for a week, far away from school, we in tha streets/I’m bout ta phone up tha crew, tell my girl ta find a friend or two/ if I play muh cards right/ later on tonight, have ‘em drunk and fuck her friend or two /tonight I brought tha blunts,Who brought tha motherfuckin brew/ We came to get it down, spring its time to party, and break tha rules/C ame to get it down, I got the party, bring the brew     First Verse: Chartered planes, flashy lights bout ta head aboard a flight, head ta Vegas yep that’s right/ roll a 7 by midnight/ Who’s Saying This V-I-P on he mic/look at how I surpassed the hype/ hype tinted windows every night /star treatment might be why, I’m the o

Life just hasn’t been the same every since I quit smoking weed. It seems as though trying to clear my head and attempting to uncloud my thoughts has opened my eyes to a world that has in a way spiraled out of control. Imagination and creativity has been replaced with worry and fear about tomorrow as I hope to make it through another day. If you’re reading this please understand that none of what I’m saying here comes from depression or out of sadness…Well not entirely, see I’m not depressed or sad or even lonely myself or should I say for myself, but I rather for the world, a world that itself is becoming more and more each day depressed and sad with little flashes of happiness. Rare is the good news, too often the news is bad. Each day that passes a new form or “Terror” strikes randomly across our country, that not too long ago we only witnessed happening in other parts of the world. What has become of us, of our society? Why is it that I now feel as though I have to do something, w

"Run Foever, Calling Out" Written By: Who's Saying This Intro/First Verse: Cutlass cruising through the city, two tone paint I roll smooth/ Sunrise in my eyes, I’m on metro early morning move/ ‘87 Olds merging lanes on tha highway, cross tha line type of dude/ car chase I’ve gone live, followed close by reds & blues/ trailing Who’s highway heartbreak telecommute/ through the phone I ride & wave bye/leanin’ back/thinking back/thinking bout you/ no holdin’ back/goin’ ’til I blow a flat/I spit these words to tell you/ tell ya thatcha on my mind/ that I’m really thinking ‘boutchu/ baby-babygirl and I’m wishin’, wishin’ 1 for every 60 in the hour that goes by/ Hook: Inside I cry, all the time/ All the time, I hide the pain from my face no lie through it all I’m still missing you, why oh why, with tha shit you put me through/ why oh why, beautiful did I feel the need ta run to you/ left without saying goodbye, why oh why/ broken heart it seems/ Hurts too much end you &a