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

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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/