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Inspiration (Beat Prod. By UnDefined)
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This is a track written and performed by Newfie Boy, the beat was made by Grand Falls, Nfld artist UnDefined
Newfie Boy was born and raised in the small town of Shallop Cove, on the west coast of newfoundland.
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Peak #3,212
Peak in subgenre #1,755
Author
Newfie Boy
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Newfie Boy & UnDefined
Uploaded
April 25, 2012
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MP3 2.8 MB 128 kbps 3:02
Story behind the song
just about life in nfld and life after leaving nfld....
Lyrics
Yeah, I'm in a Newfie state of mind/ thanks to this fresh beat produced ... by Undefined/ although I'm in da city, I just need to close my eyes/ & visualize, I'm right there with da by'z/ we soon be outta school, ready to act da fool/ hittin the books, nah we was just to cool/ to tell the truth, we werent much into da studies/ Rather be up to no good, drinkin with our buddies/ Winter's over, theres buds on da trees/ the temp ill soon be hitting 20 degrees/ and thats just perfect weather, it doesnt get no better/ in the park.......... havin a big family get together/ the good ole days, I can't help reminiscing/ come to think about it, I guess thats what I'm missin/ newfoundlands my home, I swear that theres no other/ could ever take ur place, I put dat on my Mother/ Hook: where ever this life takes me/ & No Matter where I am B/ just know I'm doin this for newfie/ until the day that I R.I.P/ when I graduated school, man I set out to roam/ I found a place to rest, but far from a home/ cuz everywhere I looked, were just strangers and strange faces/ sure theres lots of work, but nothing else replaces/ the love I have, for dat seven 0 niner/ theres no place on Earth that could make me feel finer/ (yeah) thats where I was born, (yeah) thats where I was raised/ If I could, thats where I would spend the rest of my days/ just a simple life..... a nine to five and wife/ a little crib, a couple kids, & everythings alright/ But I'm caught up in the rat race, ya'll know da deal/ and anyone away from home, you know how I feel/ always waiting, in anticipation/ for that chance to go on vacation/ to the place I call home, where hearts are gigantic/ that island made of rock in the middle Atlantic/
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