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Round of Applause Video (MV)




Performed By: MarcX
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: Marcus Williams
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MarcX - Round of Applause Lyrics




It's a lot of reasons for them to hate
But really..
That's the season to be great (yea, yea)
I do my thing for real, let's go
The real can relate


Look ain't it odd
Even when you stay a hundred, they be fraud
I'm getting everything I wanted, thank you God
And when they see just how you done it, they applaud
Aye they applaud
But ain't it odd
Even when you stay a hundred, they be fraud
I'm getting everything I wanted, thank you God
And when they see just how you done it, they applaud
Aye they applaud


Yea
Just keep them hands clapping
We gone keep them bands stacking
Them fans packing up the building
Oh what a feeling
A hunnid racks, a couple million
Gone touch the ceiling
Man everything in life is such appealing
I ain't ask for much
Foot on the gas, the clutch
Go head and pass the dutch
I had to stash the crutch
Bringing major pain
Fly like a paper plane
Came to change the game
And they just stay the same
Yea.. I drop hits, cannot top this
Uh, bank on swole like Popeye wrist
Tryna, taint my soul but I got gifts
I just leave it up to God, he like I got this
Yea, who want smoke? I got that dope
You can, let that soak, I'm clean like soap
I was, so damn broke I had no hope
Pulling us out the gutter.. I ain't have no rope


Look ain't it odd
Even when you stay a hundred, they be fraud
I'm getting everything I wanted, thank you God
And when they see just how you done it, they applaud
Aye they applaud
But ain't it odd
Even when you stay a hundred, they be fraud
I'm getting everything I wanted, thank you God
And when they see just how you done it, they applaud
Aye they applaud


Lost some friends over money
Man it's funny
Even after all the rain, it get sunny
I bet I get the last laugh
Flip em like a hashtag
Pick six hit a lick off a bad pass
They read me wrong cause I'm really in the zone
I can really get em gone with just the click of a phone
Know what I'm on.. we be mobbing, Al Capone
They should really check their tone before I sing a different song
I'm getting grown.. the hustle, getting strong
Breaking bread with my team, division is getting long
Mission is getting flown out the country for a tour
Taking my lady shopping out the country for a store
Designer jeans, the finer things, in life it seems
Be out of means, to you.. I'm living out my dreams
Spreading my wings cause I know I'm meant to fly
If you're looking for me, I'm up in the sky
Yea


Look ain't it odd
Even when you stay a hundred, they be fraud
I'm getting everything I wanted, thank you God
And when they see just how you done it, they applaud
Aye they applaud
But ain't it odd
Even when you stay a hundred, they be fraud
I'm getting everything I wanted, thank you God
And when they see just how you done it, they applaud
Aye they applaud
Yea


Keep that
Keep that, uh
That's right
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English

It's a lot of reasons for them to hate
But really..
That's the season to be great (yea, yea)
I do my thing for real, let's go
The real can relate


Look ain't it odd
Even when you stay a hundred, they be fraud
I'm getting everything I wanted, thank you God
And when they see just how you done it, they applaud
Aye they applaud
But ain't it odd
Even when you stay a hundred, they be fraud
I'm getting everything I wanted, thank you God
And when they see just how you done it, they applaud
Aye they applaud


Yea
Just keep them hands clapping
We gone keep them bands stacking
Them fans packing up the building
Oh what a feeling
A hunnid racks, a couple million
Gone touch the ceiling
Man everything in life is such appealing
I ain't ask for much
Foot on the gas, the clutch
Go head and pass the dutch
I had to stash the crutch
Bringing major pain
Fly like a paper plane
Came to change the game
And they just stay the same
Yea.. I drop hits, cannot top this
Uh, bank on swole like Popeye wrist
Tryna, taint my soul but I got gifts
I just leave it up to God, he like I got this
Yea, who want smoke? I got that dope
You can, let that soak, I'm clean like soap
I was, so damn broke I had no hope
Pulling us out the gutter.. I ain't have no rope


Look ain't it odd
Even when you stay a hundred, they be fraud
I'm getting everything I wanted, thank you God
And when they see just how you done it, they applaud
Aye they applaud
But ain't it odd
Even when you stay a hundred, they be fraud
I'm getting everything I wanted, thank you God
And when they see just how you done it, they applaud
Aye they applaud


Lost some friends over money
Man it's funny
Even after all the rain, it get sunny
I bet I get the last laugh
Flip em like a hashtag
Pick six hit a lick off a bad pass
They read me wrong cause I'm really in the zone
I can really get em gone with just the click of a phone
Know what I'm on.. we be mobbing, Al Capone
They should really check their tone before I sing a different song
I'm getting grown.. the hustle, getting strong
Breaking bread with my team, division is getting long
Mission is getting flown out the country for a tour
Taking my lady shopping out the country for a store
Designer jeans, the finer things, in life it seems
Be out of means, to you.. I'm living out my dreams
Spreading my wings cause I know I'm meant to fly
If you're looking for me, I'm up in the sky
Yea


Look ain't it odd
Even when you stay a hundred, they be fraud
I'm getting everything I wanted, thank you God
And when they see just how you done it, they applaud
Aye they applaud
But ain't it odd
Even when you stay a hundred, they be fraud
I'm getting everything I wanted, thank you God
And when they see just how you done it, they applaud
Aye they applaud
Yea


Keep that
Keep that, uh
That's right
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Writer: Marcus Williams
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