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Look at Me! (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’m like bitch, who is your mans? aye
Can’t keep my dick in my pants, aye
My bitch don’t love me no more, aye
She kick me out I’m like bro, aye
That bitch don’t wanna be friends, aye
I gave her dick, she got mad, aye
She put her tongue on my dick, aye
Look at my wrist, about 10, aye
Just got a pound of that boof, aye
Brought that shit straight to the booth, aye
Tommy my Hilfiger boots, aye
She said want fuck bitch, I do, aye
You put a gun on my mans, aye
I put a hole in your parents, aye
I just got lean on my ksubis, aye
I got an uzi no uzi, aye

Fuck on me, look at me, Ay
Fuck on me, yeah, look at me, ay
Look at me, look at me, yeah
Fuck on me, yeah
Look at me, yeah, fuck on me
Look at me, fuck on me, yeah
Look at me, fuck on me
Yeah, ay

I took a white bitch to starbucks
That lil’ bitch got her throat fucked
I like to rock out, I’m misfit
My emo bitch like her wrist slit
Curly hair bitch like I’m Corbin
Got like three bitches, I’m mormon
Skeet on your main bitch’s forehead
Don’t want your pussy, just want head

Look at me, fuck on me
Look at me, fuck on me
Look at me, fuck on me
Look at me, yeah, aye
Look at me, fuck on me
Look at me, fuck on me
Look at me, fuck on me
Look at me, yeah

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Look At Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

-"okay?
Yes, thank you."

Look at me,
Who am i supposed to be?
Who am i supposed to be?
Look at me.

What am i supposed to be?
What am i supposed to be?
Look at me.
Oh, my love,
Oh, my love.

Here i am,
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
Here i am.

What can i do for you?
What can i do for you?
Here i am.
Oh, my love,
Oh, my love.

Look at me,
Oh, please, look at me, my love.
Here i am,
Oh, my love.

Who am i?
Nobody knows but me,
Nobody knows but me.
Who am i?

Nobody else can see,
Just you and me.
Who are we?
Oh, my love,
Oh, my love,
Oh, my love.

Look At Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Look at me
Who am i supposed to be?
Who am i supposed to be?
Look at me
What am i supposed to be?
What am i supposed to be?
Look at me
Oh my love, oh my love
Here i am
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
Here i am
What can i do for you?
What can i do for you?
Here i am
Oh my love, oh my love

Look at me, oh please look at me, my love
Here i am
Oh my love

Who am i?
Nobody knows but me
Nobody knows but me
Who am i?
Nobody else can see
Just you and me
Who are we?
Oh my love, oh my love, oh my love

Look At Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I know a place where we can talk
A precious smile poor little girl so pale and proud

Hold me
Control me
So proud

You’re on the town you’re on your own
Don’t walk away don’t pass me by and run for home

Hold me
Control me
Don’t run for home

I followed you i tracked you down
And now it’s time to go underground
I’ve never been alone with you
So hold my hand and lead me through
If you say i’ll make room for you
If you do exactly what i tell you to
The saddest face the perfect thing
It’s time to face what’s happening

Now that you’re here
There’s nothing to fear
Just look at me
Look at me

There’s something i cannot resist
Let me tell you what it is
It’s when you walk away from me
I promise not to set you free
Don’t try to run i’m everywhere
If you escape then i’ll be there

I know a place where we can talk
I’ll walk with you, don’t hide away
And leave me here alone
Not here alone

Alone with you
I think you always knew
Just look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me

You’re on the town you’re not alone
I can’t give up poor little girl so sweet and small
So sweet and small

Hold me
Control me
Please

Hold me
Control me

Look at me
Look at me

Look At Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[e-40] beyotch!

Whas happenin, whas happenin?
You got to love this yere nigguh
My boys, my hot boys
Juve and ??
Bout to lace this game nigga
Do it the way we do it with e-4-0 charlie hustle

[b.g.]
Look, i went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
Stealin niggaz cars to tv’s in expeditions
Thuggin is how i play it everyday all day
I keep it all the way real i can’t see it no other way
I represent mines, hot boys
Slip up my whole click rides, get shot boy
That’s how it go; we straight do or die – we checkmate holdin niggaz
Then come where yo’ momma lay down and kick in the do’ nigga
(juvenile! juvenile! juvenile!)

[juvenile]
Let’s get this shit cracklin
My probation officer’s gonna know what happened
Stay out the way i’m h-o-t and bout that action
Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin, camouflage fashion
I’m all about that luxury (luxury) – i’m also bout
Puttin 50 in yo’ head boy if you thinkin bout fuckin me
I’ma be here fo’ a minute (what else?) you gotta respect it (uh-huh)
There’s a lot of niggaz out here gettin killed to accept it

[e-40] beyotch!

Chorus: e-40 and hot boys (repeat 2x)

Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me)
Squattin twenty inch twinkies (look at me)
I’m like that! it’s like that! what?
I’m like that! it’s like that! (look at me)

[e-40]
Charlie hustle on it in the fast lane, drivin slow
With a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin four times ga-uh gold zenith wides and vogues
Bout snuffin down, right next to me, is the call from the frogs
Uhh – sound system on bloo-blam-blam
Puffin on the doobie almost grubbed, dang it burnt in my lap
Smokin trees with the window up (windows up)
Traffic backed up, middle finger up
I don’t associate or surround myself with c.i.’s
Confidential informants snitches affadavits stool pigeons
Marks simple simon sucker sap simps i be kickin it real tough
With the, p.i.’s, hustlers, tycoons
Gangsters killers that might not even look like
With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of benzes
Player type individuals, thugged out times a thousand
Those nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millenium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip joints gamblin shacks and hole in the wall clubs

[e-40] beyotch!

Chorus

[baby]
Man, it’s like neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch
So get yo’ paper straight nigga and go and buy some shit
Tv’s inside when i ride bitch
And i’ma hide these hoes behind limo tints
Fulfill my dreams i’m a rich bitch
And when i hit yo’ hood i’ma blind a bitch
Shine, tape sellin got me buyin shit
Dyin? gon’ be here past ninety-nine, slick
Rewind, these hoes back to time slick
So nigga slap that bitch, bat that batch
Kick her in the ass and tell that hoe hot boy in this bitch
So nigga fuck that bitch, tell her suck yo’ dick

[lil’ wayne]
Now, now
Here come the youngest, wayne, you can call me weezy
Flyin up the interstate in a lamborghini
Police right behind me, i’m drivin too fast
I pull over on the grass, they want my autograph
I flipped off ki’s, i get my g’s
I spit my 3’s if you twist my cheese
I’m duckin white sheets and i avoid the feds
If you think that you can stop us – boi go auhead

Chorus

[e-40] beyotch!

[juvenile]
E-feezy and the hb’s in this motherfucker man (the hot boys)
Juvenile (bosco) you heard about me
The b.g. (uh-huh) the number one stun’na (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Baby thirty-two gold ya heard me?
The bay area, and the u-p-t (uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh)
We connected nigga, you gotta respect it
It’s off the heezy
Uhh, uhh (what, beyotch!)

Look At Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

C’est comme une machine à fond de train
Une locomotive qui foncerait sans fin

It’s like a machine at full power

A locomotive charging without end
Des coups des secousses, je m’habitue pas
Qui conduit, qui pousse ce train, qui sait où il va?

Hits shakes, i’m not getting used to

Who’s driving, who’s pushing this train, who knows where it goes
J’ai mal à la tête, j’ai mal au coeur
Faites que l’on arrête, appelez-moi le contrôleur

I have a headache, i have a heartache

Please make it stop, call me the ticket inspector
Je veux qu’on m’explique, je veux quelqu’un
En cas de panique c’est écrit là,
Oh, tirez sur le frein à main

I want they explain to me, i want someone

In case of panic, it’s written there

Oh, pull the hand brake
Et toi qu’est-ce que tu fous là,
Sur ton sofa, à côté d’moi

And you what are you doing here,

On your sofa, at my side
Tu vois pas que j’crève (1), que j’suis vidée
Que j’ai plus de sève, que je vais lâcher

Don’t you see i’m dying, i’m exhausted

I’m out of sap, i won’t hold
Regarde-moi, dis-moi les mots tendres
Ces mots tout bas,
Fais-moi redescendre loin de tout loin de tout çà
Je veux, je commande, regarde-moi

Look at me, tell me the soft words

These words wispered

Let me get off far away far away of all this

I want, i order, look at me
J’ai besoin de tes yeux,
C’est le miroir où j’existe sans eux
Je ne me vois pas

I need your eyes

It’s the mirror where i exist without them

I don’t see myself
Mais tout nous aspire, petits écrans
Faut montrer le pire ailleurs
Pour accepter nos néants

Everything inhales us, small screens

Must show the worst elsewhere

To accept our nothings
Si t’y prends pas garde, avec le temps
Tu te fous des gares et jamais plus tu ne redescends

If you don’t take care, with the time

You don’t care about stations and you never get off
Les tempes qui cognent, çà me reprend
Ou tu te raisonnes ou tu prends des médicaments

Temples hitting, it takes me again

Or you reasoned yourself or you take medication
Mais je voudrais savoir, une fois seulement

But i wanna know, one time only
La fin de l’histoire et pourquoi, où et comment

The end of the story and why, where and how
Qui sont les bons et les méchants?

Who are the good ones and the bad ones
(1) j’crève: contraction of "je crève", i die

Look At Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

C’est comme une machine à fond de train
Une locomotive qui foncerait sans fin

It’s like a machine at full power

A locomotive charging without end
Des coups des secousses, je m’habitue pas
Qui conduit, qui pousse ce train, qui sait où il va?

Hits shakes, i’m not getting used to

Who’s driving, who’s pushing this train, who knows where it goes
J’ai mal à la tête, j’ai mal au coeur
Faites que l’on arrête, appelez-moi le contrôleur

I have a headache, i have a heartache

Please make it stop, call me the ticket inspector
Je veux qu’on m’explique, je veux quelqu’un
En cas de panique c’est écrit là,
Oh, tirez sur le frein à main

I want they explain to me, i want someone

In case of panic, it’s written there

Oh, pull the hand brake
Et toi qu’est-ce que tu fous là,
Sur ton sofa, à côté d’moi

And you what are you doing here,

On your sofa, at my side
Tu vois pas que j’crève (1), que j’suis vidée
Que j’ai plus de sève, que je vais lâcher

Don’t you see i’m dying, i’m exhausted

I’m out of sap, i won’t hold
Regarde-moi, dis-moi les mots tendres
Ces mots tout bas,
Fais-moi redescendre loin de tout loin de tout çà
Je veux, je commande, regarde-moi

Look at me, tell me the soft words

These words wispered

Let me get off far away far away of all this

I want, i order, look at me
J’ai besoin de tes yeux,
C’est le miroir où j’existe sans eux
Je ne me vois pas

I need your eyes

It’s the mirror where i exist without them

I don’t see myself
Mais tout nous aspire, petits écrans
Faut montrer le pire ailleurs
Pour accepter nos néants

Everything inhales us, small screens

Must show the worst elsewhere

To accept our nothings
Si t’y prends pas garde, avec le temps
Tu te fous des gares et jamais plus tu ne redescends

If you don’t take care, with the time

You don’t care about stations and you never get off
Les tempes qui cognent, çà me reprend
Ou tu te raisonnes ou tu prends des médicaments

Temples hitting, it takes me again

Or you reasoned yourself or you take medication
Mais je voudrais savoir, une fois seulement

But i wanna know, one time only
La fin de l’histoire et pourquoi, où et comment

The end of the story and why, where and how
Qui sont les bons et les méchants?

Who are the good ones and the bad ones
(1) j’crève: contraction of "je crève", i die

Look At Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’m driftin’ down the street
Asking of all i meet
Don’t you know me from somewhere
Hazel eyes and curly hair
Have you seen me anywhere
Look at me
I’m blending into the wall
And i wonder if i’m really here at all

Time goes by
So do i
But no one blinks an eye
Mirrors aren’t reflecting me
Laws aren’t protecting
And no one’s expecting me
On the edge
I feel like i’m going to fall
And i wonder if i’ll never land at well

Loneliness comes and stays
Torturing nights and days
People stare but cannot speak
Hearts are strong
But tongues are weak
Maybe all our minds are meek
Look at me
I’m fading into the floor
And wonder if i’m living anymore.

Look At Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’m driftin’ down the street
Asking of all i meet
Don’t you know me from somewhere
Hazel eyes and curly hair
Have you seen me anywhere
Look at me
I’m blending into the wall
And i wonder if i’m really here at all

Time goes by
So do i
But no one blinks an eye
Mirrors aren’t reflecting me
Laws aren’t protecting
And no one’s expecting me
On the edge
I feel like i’m going to fall
And i wonder if i’ll never land at well

Loneliness comes and stays
Torturing nights and days
People stare but cannot speak
Hearts are strong
But tongues are weak
Maybe all our minds are meek
Look at me
I’m fading into the floor
And wonder if i’m living anymore.

Look At Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I know I’m still young
With your life experience
But I gotta learn from my mistakes – not yours
Let me fly to my own fate a little please
Wrap me up and guard no more
And I’ll never learn

[Chorus]
Look at me
I’m still your little girl
Look at me
The centre of your world (your world, your world)

You know you are my friend
But you got to understand
That if you stop me you’ll only end up alone
Let me use what you gave me
Always listening to me
And put to use what I have learnt
So I can’t return

[Chorus]
Look at me
(Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me)
I’m still your little girl
(Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me)
Look at me
(Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me)
The centre of your world
I’m still your little girl
(I’m still your little girl)

You know just what it meant to me
The way you have protected me
But now it’s time for me to leave
To find my own destiny hey
I’ll always belong to you
You taught me how to find my through
To keep my feelings straight and true
Most of what I am I owe it all to you

[Chorus]
Look at me
(Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me)
I’m still your little girl
(I’m still your little girl)
Look at me
(Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me)
Look at me
(Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me)
The centre of your world
I’m still your little girl

[Chorus]
Look at me
(Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me)
I’m still your little girl
(I’m still your little girl) (Ooooh)
Look at me
(Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me)
The centre of your world
Look at me, oooh
I’m still your little girl

[Chorus]
Look at me
(Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me)
I’m still your little girl
(I’m still your little girl)
Look at me
(Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me)
The centre of your world
I’m still your little girl

Look at me
I’m still your little girl
(Little girl, little girl)

Look At Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Hook]
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman’s (Check out me)
Y’all dues money to ya
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman’s (Check out me)
Big thighs with brown-eyes

[Verse 1]
It’s Lil Weezy for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I’m from a trill hood
I smoke real good
Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood
Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights
T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice
What that boy name
Birdman junior, huh
Fool was smile but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby
Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23
Rolling on hot 23’s
Tote a big glock 23
You’re looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans
My block living me
I want you to look hard at some easy money
Stop playing this is Weezy company
Uh-huh

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I’m the son of Cash Money
The fodd of the squad
And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky
Cuz I’m so fly
When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why
Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick
Looking for my roof where it went
Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed
Windows are the tint more wood than a bench
Working in the hood more green than the Grinch
Please don’t play cuz I’m connected like Sprint
Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end
Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
It’s Lil Weezy
Sucking on my wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home she get took
Cuz I’m a player hold the game by the book

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Some call me Weezy
But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne
In that booger-green lay like should’ve been Mace
Sweet, do speak when I should’ve put trays
Forget it I’ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze
So move over what you say shortie
We could do rent pussy
Normally I wouldn’t but beating through the Texas
And beating went to the A
Eat with desert fey
But yeah I’m on my way
Cuz I know he got that hay
Hey little mami
You a ghetto fire tin
You come to my post on the island
Come on that chronic
He-he empty vodka bottles
I be high he be drunk that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclining
When I stop rims don’t keep spinning they keep shining
Money don’t stop keep spinning and keep grinding
Cash Money what you hollering, huh

[Hook]

Look At Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Blame it all on me, you did nothing wrong
I was running free but it took so long

VERSE 1
So long in fact that I
Can’t remember why
I couldn’t say goodbye
If you ask yourself, did I think of you
Oh so many times if you only knew
Knew how you made me feel

VERSE 2
In dreams your kiss i’d steal
When nothing else was real
Far away from home everythings so clear
When you’re all alone; no one else can hear

VERSE 3
The loudest lonliness
Therefore I must confess
I’m full of emptiness
Full up on nothing I can call my own
I’ll tell you something if only I had known

VERSE 4
The end of every day
No matter what you say
Some how you always pay
Look at me, don’t give up yet
What you see is what you get

CHORUS
Things ain’t like they used to be
I’ve been missing you and me.

Look At Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Good-looking, bad-tasting
Full-bodied, butt-wasting
Loose-living, tight-fitting
What you see ain’t what you are getting
Big make-up, little break-up
She wants it, he’s got it
Cold-blooded, hot gossip
Superficial expectations

Look at me
You can take it all because this face is free
Maybe next time use your eyes and look at me
I’m a drama queen if that’s your thing baby
I can even do reality

Fake money, real plastic
Stupid cupid, fantastic
Queer thinking, straight talking
What you see ain’t what you are getting
Fast loving, slow moving
No rhythm, but I’m grooving
Old feeling, new beginning
Superficial expectations

Look at me
You can take it all because this face is free
Maybe next time use your eyes and look at me
I’m a drama queen if that’s your thing baby
I can even do reality

Sometimes I don’t recognise my own face
I look inside my eyes and find disgrace
My little white lies tell a story
I see it all, it has no glory
Hahaha

Look at me
You can take it all because this face is free
Maybe next time use your eyes and look at me
I’m a drama queen if that’s your thing baby
I can even do reality

Come and look at me
This face is free
I’m your fantasy
Who do you wannabe?
Not what you see
I’m a drama queen if that’s your thing
Come on and look at me
I’m your fantasy
This face is free
Come on and look at me
So who do you wannabe?
This is free…

Look At Me (Letra)

Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Look at me
Look into my eyes
Tell me, do you see that I am always by your side?
Or has the world got you down on your knees?
Come to me
Look at you
Look into your heart
Tell me is there room for you to make a brand new start?
Or has the world gotten to you and made you dark?
Come to me

‘Cuz when you cry, all your tears I will wipe away
and when you laugh, who you think got you that way?
And when you dream, when you wake up, is it me you want to see?

Look at us
Look around the world
‘cuz all you seem to find are unhappy boys—unhappy girls
and tell me … is that what you want for you and me?
Don’t you want to be happy?