So as you may be following me on my musical journey, I like to experiment with my songwriting abilities.
I’ve been listening to some rap lately like Wu Tang, Tu Pac, Kanye, Nipsey, and today’s female rappers like Meg The Stallion and Saweetie who are climbing the rap game. And it’s inspired me to get back to the pen again. Though I do not consider myself a rapper, I enjoy the word play, lyricism, flow, metaphors, idioms, etc. As someone who liked poetry as a kid I guess it never really left me. And I encourage ya’ll to stick to whatever it is that brings you joy whether it is playing guitar, singing, crocheting, cooking, etc. because while not everyone will appreciate your work there is someone out there in the world who will. And chances are, if the love is real, you’re only going to get better.
Anyhow, I like to experiment and explore with my music in voice, sound, and writing. When it comes to rap lyrics, I notice that when I write I channel my anger and frustration.. it’s something I can’t really help and that comes natural to me.. So for the older crowd, excuse the raunchiness & Vulgarity haha, just felt it was appropriate for this particular beat. For the young’s (or whoever age) rock with it, follow me on my music account @_lo.anne where I post new covers and soon, originals!
much love x Lo
Instrumental:
Savage by Meg The Stallion ♪
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hK8vTDe6eM
♪ I grind for my shit, can’t none of y’all say that
them PH levels healthy, got my baby hairs laid back
baby daddy money run you but I’m grinding’ make my own stack
think ya’ll m*therfckin’ grown, you for reals can’t be that whack.
try so hard you a Gucci louie mismatch
copy my steeze like you wanna be me so bad
Michael Jackson swag got me moonwalking on the way back
from the bank with a band in my hand. fuck a cash app
I’m choosy, proody, b*tchy, moody
your boo? yea, he look like he really wanna do me
on the counter, on the bed after sushi
with a movie; cause you looney, don’t be goofy (yuh)
cruisin’ down 8th top down with the Camaro
keep with me in the moment/ doja cat/ why don’t you say so
Some ya’ll sleeping’ bout to miss on the rodeo
rappin’ like a poet didn’t even know it, had to say so
scholar & writer graduated socio
learned from the best her name Maya Angelou
why you hatin trick? still be talking all that shit tho
Mr. grinch; pardon me as i show you to the front door
I’m choosy, proody, b*tchy, moody
your boo? yea, he look like he really wanna do me
on the counter, on the bed after sushi
with a movie; cause you looney, don’t be goofy (yuh) ♪
