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Deja Vu (Prod. Elite)

from Glass Doors (Sampler) by Voli

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lyrics

"Deja Vu" (Prod. Elite)

Uh, Nouveau Classique, take a seat, stay a while.
Hello, goodbye. Hello, goodbye.
Uh, lmma give you a flash real quick and then I'm gone.
Look, forget the past
the present is less predictable
I'd rather be a gift to the future for them to listen to.
Simple life, secretly I'm superman
early morning rat racer late night producer man.
Now I'm in the booth again looking like a full time artist.
A lot changed when that boy moved out of college.
Best shit you never heard,
they ain't expect it from the burbs
the fact that I got a nine to five profession is absurd.
Name Voli I hit em with the serve
my dinner just turned so I be droppin shit,
man I'm so immature.
Now when will it occur
to the fiend needin crack man I'm better than the curb.

(Chorus)
And Dem ain't ready for me,
man I got something to say, for you, it's déjà vu.
Ya'll not ready for me,
Voli gonna give this place, a case of déjà vu.

Look, it's been a minute I admit it I'm rusty.
But when I get it in its like whippin that huffy.
Still ridin, shinin like silpada.
Waitin for my big break like I'm tryin to kill hymen.
Get it poppin, hello, hello Ms. Thang.
And I whip a good staff, Donatello, Ms. Thang.
That made her give me two sighs (sais), Rafael,
I can tell things were heatin down south Cozumel.
You know you can't lie, you know that man fly,
them other boys at the airport, standby.
Sick like he got a kootie (Kuti), Fela
But I aint stayin underground I'm a landmine.

(Chorus)

Mira, I stay scheming, I'm at work day dreamin
Looking for that same feeling from the old days.
Sweeter than some OJ, I'm leavin on the soul train,
man They claimin rap dead, lemme re-open the cold case.
Déjà vu Déjà vu, how familiar,
got that old thing back, can't see it but I feel it.
No limit to the sky beyond that high rise ceiling,
nothing hold me to the ground got that wi-fi feeling.
God willin, Voli rose outta limbo,
now ain't no buddy fuckin with me like the friend zone.
Stupid flow, dumb hot, call it bimbo,
you still thinking you the hottest? I don't think so.

(Chorus)

credits

from Glass Doors (Sampler), track released September 8, 2010
Bass: Hanan Rubinstein

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