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7nVGyw9zSjmatU3Nq2p5VJ | ORESAMA | Trip Trip Trip | 魔法にかかるように
瞳の奥がキラリ ときめきはじめる
よーいのどんでフライング もっともっと巡り会おう
道しるべ ここにあるわ
この庭 抜けたら
ねぇ 空はなに色？
なにが起きるの？
ふくらんだ未知の世界 少しだけこわかった
でもわたし信じていたの いつか必ず出会う
この扉 そっとあけて
魔法にかかるように
瞳の奥がキラリ ときめきはじめる
ぎゅっとつむってこぼさない ずっとずっとこの光
道しるべ ここにあるわ
向かうところには
どんな景色が待っているの？
はじめてに満ちた世界 少しだけこわかった
でもわたし願っていたの いつかその日が来たら
この扉 そっとあけて
魔法にかかるように
瞳の奥がキラリ ときめきはじめる
よーいのどんでフライング もっともっと巡り会おう
道しるべ ここにあるわ
魔法にかかるように
心の奥がクラリ 色づきはじめる
ぎゅっとつかんで忘れないよ
この胸 はじまりの鼓動
Trip Trip Trip 踏み出すわ
魔法にかかるように
瞳の奥がキラリ ときめきはじめる
よーいのどんでフライング もっともっと巡り会おう
道しるべ ここにあるわ | ja |
3NKMuVTOQiuGRC00WCTLW8 | Joe Stampley | Roll On Big Mama | Roll on big mama
Roll on big mama
(Roll on)
I like the way you sing
Roll on big mama
(Roll on)
The night time lets her breathe
Well, the feel of the wheel delivers me
From a life where I don't wanna be
And the diesel smoke with every stroke
Sings a song with a heavy note
And ramblin? is the life I chose
Sittin? here between the doors
And the yellow line a keepin? time
The things that's a runnin? through my mind
Through my mind
Roll on big mama
(Roll on)
I like the way you roll
Roll on big mama
(Roll on)
You are my very soul
On through the snow and the drivin? rain
To the forty-below in Banger Maine
To the hundred-and-ten in the Texas sun
There ain't no road that we ain't run
Up through the Colorado mountain tops
Down to the desert where Reno stops
There ain't no road that we ain't seen
We ain't seen
Roll on big mama
(Roll on)
You're singing out my song
Roll on big mama
(Roll on)
The highway is our home
Roll on big mama
(Roll on)
Hey, anybody got a copy on this silver roadhog?
What's the smokey situation down the way, boys?
My, they're fine, I'm a comin?, I'm a comin? | en |
3um1BqGr8HgtwOlrF9s1xF | Joe Stampley | Red Wine and Blue Memories | When I looked at her, she was standing there
Pretty long, black, shinny hair
And I heard her say
Do you need a little company
But in that old bar, the lights were dim
And I'll bet she didn't notice them
Two old faithful friends
Right here with me
I've got red wine, blue memories
And a heartache that won't set me free
I've got lots of time for drinkin', lots more time for thinkin'
I've got red wine, blue memories
Then she turned and walked away
Shook her head as if to say
Man you missed a real good time with me
Aw but I just poured another glass
Toasted someone from the past
Some old but not forgotten memory
I've got red wine, blue memories
And a heartache that won't set me free
I've got lots of time for drinkin', lots more time for thinkin'
I've got red wine, blue memories
Red wine, blue memories | en |
3moSguT0bZx1lsauQLR3QO | Joe Stampley | I'm Gonna Love You Back to Loving Me Again | [Chorus]
I'm gonna love you back to loving me again
Make you feel the way you did back then
I can't let you go so why pretend
I'm gonna love you back to loving me again
I was telling lies and twisting up the truth
And I played around and broke your heart in two
I can't believe that I've been such a fool
If you take me back, here's what I'm gonna do
[Chorus]
Please forgive me for all my lies
Give a chance, I'll make it right
I realize the wrong I've done at last
Now I'm picking up the pieces of the past
[Chorus: x2] | en |
523g5gSKnDMahMTLqi84Jt | Ed Bruce | Everything's a Waltz | Oh there were others some were friends some were merrily lovers
But they all helped me discover it's so hard to find someone who'll be true
I said no way would I fall again oh no no way
There's just too many heartaches
And I don't like the way it feels to feel my heart break
Then there was you
You're the best break this old heart ever had
You're all the good luck that I'll never need to have
Never thought I'd ever love again like that
You're the best break this old heart ever had
All around me my world was crumbling down all around me
Oh but then you found me and with your love you mended my life
You're the best break...
You're the best break...
You're the best break this old heart ever had | en |
6LdseDR3SwMLNP9zKPfTjf | Ed Bruce | When You Fall In Love Everything's A Waltz | Oh there were others some were friends some were merrily lovers
But they all helped me discover it's so hard to find someone who'll be true
I said no way would I fall again oh no no way
There's just too many heartaches
And I don't like the way it feels to feel my heart break
Then there was you
You're the best break this old heart ever had
You're all the good luck that I'll never need to have
Never thought I'd ever love again like that
You're the best break this old heart ever had
All around me my world was crumbling down all around me
Oh but then you found me and with your love you mended my life
You're the best break...
You're the best break...
You're the best break this old heart ever had | en |
1zFUxbSKUKn1ERd5z7ITVn | Ed Bruce | You're the Best Break This Old Heart Ever Had | Oh there were others and some were friends
And some were merrily lovers
But they all helped me discover
It's so hard to find someone who'll be true
And I said no way, would I fall again oh no, no way
There's just too many heartaches
And I don't like the way it feels to feel my heart break
Then there was you
You're the best break this old heart ever had
You're all the good luck that I'll never need to have
Never thought I'd ever love again like that
You're the best break this old heart ever had
All around me
My world was crumbling down all around me
Oh but then you found me
And with your love you mended my life
You're the best break this old heart ever had
You're all the good luck that I'll never need to have
Never thought I'd ever love again like that
You're the best break this old heart ever had
You're the best break this old heart ever had
You're all the good luck that I'll never need to have
Never thought I'd ever love again like that
You're the best break this old heart ever had
You're the best break this old heart ever had | en |
3ydbX3J5GeriWGKMGpqecW | Ed Bruce | The Greatest Hit | He could never pay her back
For all she's done for him
She never asked for more
Than what he could afford to spend back then
And when the business got him down
She wouldn't let him quit
She'd say, "I believe someday you'll make it big
All you need's a hit"
She often had to work two jobs
So he could play at night
He'd chase his dream while she'd come home
Too tired sometimes to eat a bite
If give up came up, she'd say
"Hon, I love you, don't forget
I believe someday you'll finally make it big
All you need's a hit"
Then one day it hit him
Like a bolt out of the blue
He said, "What am I searching for
So hard when I have you
So he wrote her down on paper
And he put a tune to it
The inspiration for the one that made him big
She was his greatest hit | en |
1UnhRtbKIUhDOIDFC2nV2U | Ed Bruce | This Old Hat | This old hat's hung on the bedpost too long
Forgotten like some used to be remembered like a song
Where all the words are so easy to recall
Hmm, this old hat
It's seen day fade to night in an open sky
Beneath the fury of the heavens
Kept the rain out of my eyes
Yet, somehow don't look as weathered as I
Hmm, this old hat
This old hat's been down some dusty trails
And may not look as good as it did new
The crown is stained, the brim is torn
It's even been walked on a time or two
This old hat's just like an old friend
Misplaced from time to time but it still fits
They don't make 'em like they used to
There was a time, this old hat was in style
But it was different then
It turned a few heads for awhile
But what the hell, I might try it on again
Hmm, this old hat
This old hat's been down some dusty trails
And may not look as good as it did new
Crown is stained, the brim is torn
It's even been walked on a time or two
This old hat's just like an old friend
Misplaced from time to time but it still fits
They don't make 'em like they used to
This old hat's hung on the bedpost way too long | en |
0LUs8xEEfpYoma7wQU1GaG | Ed Bruce | Star-Studded Nights | I met her in a small town down in Georgia
She loved me just like it would be the last
In her easy southern way she come to vogue ya
She'd talk you slow and Lord she'd love you fast
She showed me star studded nights ooh flashin' lights
Sweet Georgia sights oh oh star studded nights
Like a soft southern breeze she brought me to my knees
And that Georgia girl's alright with her star studded nights
And like a fool I got the urge for goin'
I'm fully realizin' where I've been
And after time how I could not be knowin'
And I'd never like the likes of her again
She showed me star studded nights ooh flashin' lights
Sweet Georgia sights oh oh star studded nights
Like a soft southern breeze she brought me to my knees
And that Georgia girl's alright with her star studded nights
She showed me star studded nights ooh flashin' lights | en |
3KI1k2O2WUFNLhqcincJkU | BILLA JOE | 100x | Good morning, VØGUE
Seit mei'm Glow-up sucht die Bitch zu mir Kontakt (Kontakt)
Wie oft hat sie schon gesagt, ich bin ihr Crush? (Crush)
Uhh, ja, hundertmal am Tag (Wow)
Uhh, ja, circa hundertmal am Tag (Okay)
BILLY hat mehr Asche als ein Ascheplatz (-platz)
Wie oft sagen Niggas, sie kommen aus dem Matsch? (Matsch)
Uhh, ja, hundertmal am Tag (Wow)
Uhh, ja, circa hundertmal am Tag, ah
In Berlin, hab paar Soldaten aktiviert (-viert)
Shawty sagt, sie liebt mein Charisma an mir (An mir)
Sag dei'm Boyfriend, nicht den Dicken zu makier'n (-kier'n)
De-denn sonst muss ich ein Exempel statuier'n
Nicht besonders raffiniert, hab dein Chick rumkommandiert
Hattest viel für sie geplant, letztes Jahr war letztes Jahr
Heut kommt sie zu jeder Show, Randnotiz: War'n beinah broke
"Harte Arbeit wurd belohnt", sagt mein Dad am Telefon
Respekt, Chapeau, zu recht, let's go
Sind blessed, for real, ich touchdown' mit der Squad
LAX und zieh' das Cash am ATM
Plus: Lauf' rum in Brands, die hier bis jetzt noch keiner kennt
Seit mei'm Glow-up sucht die Bitch zu mir Kontakt (Kontakt)
Wie oft hat sie schon gesagt, ich bin ihr Crush? (Crush)
Uhh, ja, hundertmal am Tag (Wow)
Uhh, ja, circa hundertmal am Tag (Okay)
Billy hat mehr Asche als ein Ascheplatz (-platz)
Wie oft sagen Niggas, sie kommen aus dem Matsch? (Matsch)
Uhh, ja, hundertmal am Tag (Wow)
Uhh, ja, circa hundertmal am Tag
BILLY
Umgeben von Gossip seit Kindheit
Lauf gegen den Strom und der Wind pfeift (Pfeift)
Charakter machte mir den Weg frei
Und glaub mir, die City verschlingt einen (Einen)
Nur damit du Pico meinen Link teilst
Muss ich nicht mal mit dir verlinkt sein (Sein)
Keinen Mengenrabatt, doch ich nimm zwei (Zwei)
Wir sind nicht nur rich, wir sind stinkreich (-reich)
Aha, Wack MCs suchen Mitleid
War'n damals in Haps, hatten's nicht leicht (Leicht)
Doch später gesnitcht so wie SixNine
Policia bedankt sich für den Hinweis
Der Teufel steckt nicht nur im Detail (-tail)
Verschleiert in 2-C-B-Pink-Lines (Lines)
Sipp Mango Mimosa um Midnight (-night)
Während ich deiner Bitch meine Crib zeig
Mo-Movies, Pictures
Steh auf den Taste von ihr'm Lipgloss
BILLA füttert die Kitty mit Whiskas
Shit, ich mach das Hotel zu 'nem Stripclub
Dou-Douglas-Gutschein
Hol einen Duft, danach kauf dir Dessous ein
Paffen Weed, love is in the air tonight
Doch danach können wir nie wieder cool sein (Sein)
Scorpion Gang | de |
2EBbnhT4dKtERAY9fcIcAq | Faroon | Emotions | Faroon Baby, Deyjan
Deyjan got the sauce, boy
(Ja) Ich ertrink in Emotions (Ah-ah)
Nächtelang hustlen und sippen
Ich glaub ich ertrink in Emotions (Mh-mh)
Schwimme deep in the Ocean
Nur ein paar Brüder sind mit mir geblieben
Ich frag mich wo sind all die Bros hin? (Ja)
Wo sind all die Bros hin? (Ja, ja)
Ich ertrinke in Emotions
Nächtelang husteln und sippen
Ich glaub, ich ertrink in Emotions (Ah-ah)
Ah-ah-ah
Schwimme deep in the Ocean
Nur ein paar Brüder sind mit mir geblieben
Ich frag mich, wo sind all die Bros hin? (Ja, ja)
Wo sind all die Bros hin? Ja, ja (Ja)
Bendo, ich weiß noch im Bendo (Bendo)
Aufgewachsen mit meinen Brüdern am Brennpunkt, ja (Ja)
Extendo-Clips, ich mein, Extendo (Feuer, Feuer)
Sechzehn Jahre jung
Wir war'n wild unterwegs im Brennpunkt, ja (Ja)
Sie kennen uns, frag deine Bitch, sie kennt uns
Ich erweiter hier nur mein Reportoire
Sie sagt mir, mein Name wär ein Accessoire
Sie will shoppen in Milano
Brüder shooten wie Chicago
Nur mit Worten, ich sag was ich fühle
Unterschreib am Ende wie Picasso
Frag mich wo sind all die Bros hin
Ich dachte wirklich, dass wir close sind
Ich hab zu viele verlor'n
Weil sie gierig nach dem Cash oder Coke sind
So gierig, dass die eigene Fam dadrunter leidet ist unglaublich
Kann ich dir trau'n? Man, ich glaub' nicht
Kann ich dir trau'n? Man, ich glaub' nicht
Sie sagt, das sei Liebe, ich glaub's nicht
Du schreibst mir, ich lieb dich und brauch dich
Ich kann nicht ganz vertrau'n
Obwohl du unter all den Bitches herausstichst
10K für ein Auftritt, 5K für mein Outfit (Baby)
Jede Nacht, Baby, auf mich (Ah, ah)
20K, Baby, auf mich (Eis, Feuer)
(Ja) Ich ertrink in Emotions (Ah-ah)
Nächtelang hustlen und sippen
Ich glaub ich ertrink in Emotions (Mh-mh)
Schwimme deep in the Ocean
Nur ein paar Brüder sind mit mir geblieben
Ich frag mich wo sind all die Bros hin? (Ja)
Wo sind all die Bros hin? (Ja, ja)
Ich ertrinke in Emotions
Nächtelang husteln und sippen
Ich glaub, ich ertrink in Emotions (Ah-ah)
Ah-ah-ah
Schwimme deep in the Ocean
Nur ein paar Brüder sind mit mir geblieben
Ich frag' mich, wo sind all die Bros hin? (Ja, ja)
Wo sind all die Bros hin? Ja, ja (Ja)
Ich ertrinke in Emotions
Frag mich, wo sind all die Bros hin?
Wo sind all die Bros hin? Ja, ja | de |
1ndsq3kxBHsbcy203Bw6Kr | Faroon | Details | Hustle in den weißen Nikes
Zähle Cash in Gucci-Slides
Ich würd dich gern lieben, du weißt
Doch dafür fehlt mir nur die Zeit
Sie fragt mich, was ich an ihr like?
Ich sag ihr, "Girl, jedes Detail"
Doch Baby-Girl, ja, du weißt
Ich hab Money on my Mind
In der Hood die Ride or Die
Lieb mein' Bruder, er ist mein Slime
Alles kommt zu seiner Zeit
Mittlerweile Perfect-Time
Custom-Made, das Design
Und ihr Lächeln ist am scheinen
Hustle in den weißen Nikes
Zähle Cash in Gucci-Slides
Daily Grind, hustle im Studio hab lazy Eyes (Feuer)
Lockdown-Vibes, schlaf auf dem Sound von 'ner Playsi ein
Raus aus dem Bett, rein in die Slides, zähl meine Blessings
Putz meine Zähne und spring in ein Tracksuit
Bon Appetit, Jibbit vor meinem Frühstück
Herz kalt aus Eis
Ihre Haare, curly so wie Fries
Auf der Tour hab ich ein' Shooter mit dabei
Denn man findet keine Ruhe vor diesem Neid
Neuer Benz und er glänzt perlweiß
Miet' ihn paar Woche und flipp ein paar Packs, jaja-ja
Scheiß auf das Risiko, es geht um Rackz, ja, ja, ja
Seh mich um, es macht jetzt Sinn
All diese schlaflosen Nächte
Ja, sie kennt meine Art von Geschäft
Ich koche das Dope bis die Scheiße zu Crack wird
Fühl mich wie eine Machina
Komme rein, änder das Klima (Ich änder das Klima)
Made in Paris und nicht in China
Rauche zu viel Gasolina
Hustle in den weißen Nikes
Zähle Cash in Gucci-Slides
Ich würd dich gern lieben, du weißt
Doch dafür fehlt mir nur die Zeit
Sie fragt mich, was ich an ihr like?
Ich sag ihr, "Girl, jedes Detail"
Doch Baby-Girl, ja, du weißt
Ich hab Money on my Mind
In der Hood die Ride or Die
Lieb mein' Bruder, er ist mein Slime
Alles kommt zu seiner Zeit
Mittlerweile Perfect-Time
Custom-Made, das Design
Und ihr Lächeln ist am scheinen
Hustle in den weißen Nikes
Zähle Cash in Gucci-Slides | de |
5Y1VXwAV8Lc7hEV7idDE0O | Faroon | Jealousy | Woah, yeah
Faroon, Baby (MaKZ)
Oh-ohh, ja (Yoshi)
Wir jagen Big Dreams (Wir jagen Big Dreams)
Brauchst du was, lass es mich wissen (Big Dreams)
Du weißt, ich bin kalt
In letzter Zeit hab' ich ein schwaches Gewissen (Ahh)
Hatten gestern nicht viel (Hatten nicht viel)
Die Lage war ziemlich beschissen (Nah, nah)
Heute kann ich mein'n Batzen nicht knicken (Nein, nein)
Ich schwöre, dass sie mich vermissen (Ah-ah), tja
Ex-Freunde werden undankbar, Ex-Girls werden nerviger (Tja)
Weil sie nie an uns geglaubt haben
Nicht jeder hier kann mein Vertrauen haben
Ich gebe Feuer, verbrenne schnell (Feuer)
Kids von der Street, ich hab' auch Narben (Ja, ja, ja)
Aus den Gossen in die Hauptstraßen
Aus den Straßen zu paar Aufnahmen (Fast Life, Million-Dollar-Dreams)
Hier gibt es nicht so viele Ausfahrten
Zu viel Kanaks fragen: "Wer ist Faroon?"
Doch als sie mich im selben Raum trafen
Hieß es nur (Bro, tja)
"Woher diese Energie und was ist das für 'ne Melodie?" (Feuer)
Rauch' dabei Cali-Weed, sipp' eine Hennessy
Ich hab' Risse in der Memory (Brr)
Betrete den Raum (Betrete den Raum)
All eyes on me
Ich verzeihe, aber vergess' nie
Seh' in ihren Augen Jealousy, ja
Betrete den Raum (Ahh)
All eyes on me
Ich verzeihe, aber vergess' nie
Seh' in ihren Augen Jealousy, ja (Jealousy)
Gib mir Money, ich verbrenn' es
Bin für das Game the Mannest, heh
Zu viele Fakes sind jealous (Nur Fakes)
Sie könn'n sich im Game nicht leveln (Nein, nein)
Ein paar Hundert für die Denim (Cash)
Zähle Umsatz, rauche Lemon Haze
Wie viel ich rauche? Eine Menge
All eyes on me (All eyes)
Eine Sprite for me (Eine Sprite for me)
Meine Augen tief, ja, ah, ah, ah
All eyes on me (All eyes on me)
Lass' die Nine on me (Lass' die Nine on me)
Lass' die Nine on me (Lass' die Nine on me)
Lass die Nine on me, ja, ja, ja
Viel zu viele falsche Fuffis (Ja)
Nicht jeder ist mit dir ein Hunni (Hunni)
Jahrelang nur einen Traum jagen
Vergiss relaxen oder ausschlafen (Grr)
Wer will Beef? Es gibt Five Guys
Die dich maskiert aus deinem Haus tragen (Feuer)
Es gibt Feuer, ihr könnt Rauch haben
Doch ich glaube, hier will keiner Smoke (Tzehe), nah
Betrete den Raum (Betrete den Raum)
All eyes on me (Feuer)
Ich verzeihe, aber vergess' nie
Seh' in ihren Augen Jealousy, ja (Jealousy)
Betrete den Raum (Betrete den Raum)
All eyes on me
Ich verzeihe, aber vergess' nie
Seh' in ihren Augen Jealousy, ja
Ohh ja
Faroon, Baby
F-F-Feuer | de |
3lzqAuZg6zCr8QvP4hBUEw | Faroon | Gimme The Loot | Baby, bonjour, Faroon
Faroon Baby
Ah-ah-ah
SMR, make it bounce, boy
Ah-ah-ah
Sie hör'n nur ein "Boom"
Baby, bonjour, Faroon (Faroon)
Mach nur einen Move (Feuer)
Gimme the loot, yeah
Sie hör'n nur ein "Boom"
Baby, bonjour, Faroon
Mach nur einen Move, heh
Gimme the loot, yeah
Sie sendet mir Nudes und will dann Dickpics
Doch ich sag ihr: "Baby, ist nicht" (Nah)
Athlet in der Hood, denn ich mach Gift fit
Was für Rapper?
Ich bin different (Different)
Kreuz die Finger, wenn du real bist mit mir
Ich hab meinen Batzen in Firmen investiert
Sie können mich lieben, sie können mich hassen
Ich gebe keinen Fick, hat mich nie intressiert (Feuer)
Sitze im Benz wie Hamilton (Hamilton)
Scheiß auf Santos, ich will Skeleton (Skeleton)
Egal, ob im Radisson, Sheraton
Ich hab 'ne Chick, sie sieht aus so wie Addison Rae
Gestern noch Packs, Nerven am kochen
Mit Steinen in Socken drin, wenn wir am shoppen sind
KaDeWe oder Wall of Berlin
Ich mach nur einen Call, es gibt Krieg (F-Feuer)
Mit meinen Dawgs, markier mein Revier
Ich steh nicht auf viel diskutier'n (Nein, nein)
Kleinigkeiten eskalier'n
Reiche meiden meinen Bezirk (Hahaha)
NRW, Baby
Faroon Baby im Mercedes (Cash)
Gestern Block, heute Playlist (Ah)
Doch real hoodies ain't changin' (Ah)
Sie hör'n nur ein "Boom" (Bow)
Baby, bonjour, Faroon (Faroon)
Mach nur einen Move (Feuer)
Gimme the loot, yeah
Sie hör'n nur ein "Boom"
Baby, bonjour, Faroon
Mach nur einen Move, heh
Gimme the loot (Ah-ah-ah)
Yeah | de |
15bIS94848y0xK1EpmFz8G | Faroon | Athlet | Feuer
Ja, Faroon, Baby
Shawty sagt, sie will ein'n Kiss, Kiss
Doch ich vertrau' keiner Bitch (Bitch)
Steh' auf und denke an Business
Sag mir, wo braucht einer Gift? (Braucht einer Gift?)
Chill' in der Hood, mache Fitness
Lauf' ohne Bares kein'n Schritt
Aus dem Blaulicht in das Blitzlicht
Heut geht der Abend auf mich (Ah)
Sie tanzt mies, Hände auf den Knien (Shake)
V.I.P. und wenn ich sterbe (Wie ein G)
Sie will mehr, doch war nie mein Ziel
Feelings schwеr (Schwer)
Eiskalt wie beim Ski (Hah)
Kеine Nase, keine Pille
Rauch Gelato, wenn ich chille (Chill'n)
Zähle Farben in der Stille, denn
Man hört Narben in der Stimme
Geb' der Straße meine Stimme (Faroon)
Bitch, ich jage eine Mille (Baby)
Ficke meinen Magen mit der Mische
Betäub' seit Tagen meine Sinne (Ah)
Bruder, sie fragen mich, warum ich nicht in der Lage bin (Ja)
Grade mein Album zu kicken
Ich ticke und kiffe und schlafe seit Tagen nicht (Yeah)
Hab' im Kopf nur Pesos, Batzen pusht mein Ego
AY YILDIZ-Karte E-Plus, fahr auf Sport, kein Eco
Verfluche mein' Tag ich finde kein' Schlaf
Ohne paar Tauis im Kissen (Taui)
Sie liebt meine Art ich sei nicht normal
Angeblich, sie würd' mich vermissen (Sie würde)
In letzter Zeit kam viel dazwischen (Ja)
Fick auf dein'n Freund er kann sich verpissen
Wozu ein schlechtes Gewissen? (Ja)
Dreh mir ein' Joint und push' weiter Kisten
Shawty sagt, sie will ein'n Kiss, Kiss
Doch ich vertrau' keiner Bitch (Bitch)
Steh' auf und denke an Business
Sag mir, wo braucht einer Gift? (Braucht einer Gift?)
Chill' in der Hood, mache Fitness
Lauf' ohne Bares kein'n Schritt
Aus dem Blaulicht in das Blitzlicht
Heut geht der Abend auf mich (Ah)
Sie tanzt mies, Hände auf den Knien (Shake)
V.I.P. und wenn ich sterbe (Wie ein G)
Sie will mehr, doch war nie mein Ziel
Feelings schwer (Schwer)
Eiskalt wie beim Ski (Hah)
Henny sippen (Sip), Money flippen (Flip)
Bad Bitches in the Kitchen
Push' Gewichte, mache Fitness (Ja)
Sie schreibt ein'n Roman, ich schreibe "Okay"
Scheiß auf Meetings, ich will Sold-Out-Dates
Nachts mit den Jungs häng' im Treppenhaus
Ununterbrochen wie Kettenrauch stoned auf Haze
Athlet in der Hood seh' ich kein Plus
Lauf' ich die Treppen nicht hoch (Treppen nicht hoch)
Paket an der Brust Hoffnung ist groß
Träum' von 'ner fetten Million (Fette Million)
Immer unter Strom wegen Flous
Mein Kopf gefickt wenn ich weiß dass ein Urteil kommt
Dieser Vibe immer wenn ich in die Booth reinkomm'
Fühlt sich an wie ein Full-Time-Job
Zu viel Money on my Mind (Feuer)
Sünden lasten on my Soul (On my Soul)
Bündel Batzen im Trikot (Im Trikot)
Spiel' mit Teufel und Dämon'n (Dämon'n)
Ich komm' von this life to other life (Other life)
Plötzlich will jeder mein Brother sein (Bro)
Nein Mann ich wollt' nie ein Rapper sein (Yeah)
Ich will nur ein Beat, Mann und Butterfly (Komm)
Shawty sagt, sie will ein'n Kiss, Kiss
Doch ich vertrau' keiner Bitch (Vertrau' keiner Bitch)
Steh' auf und denke an Business
Sag mir, wo braucht einer Gift? (Braucht einer Gift?)
Chill' in der Hood, mache Fitness (Fitness)
Lauf' ohne Bares kein'n Schritt
Aus dem Blaulicht in das Blitzlicht
Heut geht der Abend auf mich (Ah)
Sie tanzt mies (Feuer), Hände auf den Knien (Shake)
V.I.P. und wenn ich sterbe (Wie ein G)
Sie will mehr, doch war nie mein Ziel
Feelings schwer (Schwer)
Eiskalt wie beim Ski (Hah)
Feuer | de |
0vePllgYJLarE3RNh7sSe3 | Sosa La M | MatanCrazy #3(Wakanda) | Links, rechts, links, rechts (Slide)
Dreh dein'n Kopf wie ein Karussell (Spin it)
Mit deiner Shawty im Hotel (Huh)
Sie gibt mir Kraft wie Actimel (Pow, pow)
Sie steht auf Tails und Abenteuer (Yeah)
Auf Insta Baller, doch wurdest gefeuert
Lade sie ein in meine Hood
Denn so wird der Abend nicht teuer (Hah)
Du hast den Bro-Code gebrochen (Shit)
Deine Shawty, flach wie Mantarochen
Chérie Coco, Chérie Coco (Uh)
Ich hab geseh'n du hast kein Popo (Ah-ah)
Kopf hoch, wenn wir reden, du kleiner PD
Mein Youngin fickt Mütter von ICE (Mrrm)
Kunden sind am Warten für ein bisschen Schnee
Sie will nicht zuhören und bläst Tom B
Bin ein G, auch ohne Tattoo (Uh)
Sie will tanzen, Shaku Shaku (Shaqu)
Mein Flow zu krank, hatschu
Mein Flow zu krank, hatschu (Hatschuh)
Bin ein G, auch ohne Tattoo (Uh)
Sie will tanzen, Shaku Shaku (Shaqu)
Mein Flow zu krank, hatschu (Hatschuh)
A-A-Alimzo my bro i got u
Drip, Money (Gang), Whips, das ham' wa' (Mhuim)
A-Afrikaner, Black Panther (Boh)
Mein Block ist No-Go wie Wakanda (Gang)
Shit, Money, Glitch, Cosmo und Wanda (Bang)
A-Afrikaner, Black Panther
Mein Block ist No-Go wie Wakanda (Bang, bang, bang)
Er will sich treffen, weil er denkt, er hat stolz
Klaue seine Ketten aus 18 Karat-Gold
Zück die Neuner, ich sprinte los wie Usain Bolt (Huh)
Gib' ihm 18 Löcher, doch ich spiele kein Golf
Hold on, hold on, hold on
We to be, wollen Cash, Money und Flouz (Gang)
Step' mit meinem Opinel douze
Ching-ching, jetzt ist mein Opinel rouge (ching-ching)
Bußgeld drop', er schickt über Echtzeit
Kunterbunte Scheine seh'n aus wie 6ine
Papel will Position von ihr 6L
Wenn du mit mir chillst, kannst du keine Six sein
Bin ein G, auch ohne Tattoo (Uh)
Sie will tanzen, Shaku Shaku (Shaqu)
Mein Flow zu krank, hatschu (Hatschuh)
A-A-Alimzo my bro i got u
Drip, Money (Gang), Whips, das ham' wa' (Mhuim)
A-Afrikaner, Black Panther (Boh)
Mein Block ist No-Go wie Wakanda (Gang)
Shit, Money, Glitch, Cosmo und Wanda (Bang)
A-Afrikaner, Black Panther
Mein Block ist No-Go wie Wakanda (Bang, bang, bang) | de |
72vrCXjU0QCo1B7hY8sZBm | Sosa La M | MatanCrazy #2(Pshht) | Niggas machen miese Moves
Sind fake wie Designer von Château Rouge
Mach dein Schnapp, doch wähl keine Pussy, die alles für Para tut
Die Perle denkt, ich komm' aus Kongo, sie redet mit mir auf Lingala
Auf tranquille, mein Drip so clean
Mein Nachbar denkt, ich bin Fußballer
Pshhtt, sus
Die Perlen am Betteln für Snus
Pshht, sus
Wirst du frech, Nigga, kriegst du ein' Schuss
Pshhtt, sus
Die Perlen am Betteln für Snus
Pshht, sus
Wirst du frech, Nigga, kriegst du ein' Schuss
Pshht, Pshht
Zieh an meinem Pshht
Und lass es Pshht, ah
Sosa La M, in Frankreich war mein Leben so wie la M
Seh Police von Weitem, du weißt, dass ich renn
Du bist nicht meine Barbie und ich nicht dein Ken, ah
Ich will gar nicht erzählen, was ich damals hatt'
Alles zusammen mit meinem Bruder Tushca
Ich schlaf spät ein, wach früh auf so wie Rooster
Kunde holt dritte Dosis so wie Booster
Ich geb keinen Fick auf keine Hoes
Ich will nur Cash also bitte
Sie fickt meinen Kopf, pass sie zu Bro
Und gebe ihr noch eine Mische
Meine Govas und ich sind vernetzt
Bin mit Sosa La M in der Trap
Nimm ein Zug vom Backwood, du bist fett
Und das Codein gibt dir den Rest
Chille am Block, esse mein Fufu, esse mein Chicken
Kommen die Amcas, nehm ich die Ware
Und versteck es zwischen ihren Titten, ah
Echte Niggas haben keinen Schreckschuss
Treffe Bullet in dein Solar Plexus
Null Toleranz für Verrat, er hat schon Angst
Weil der Nigga weiß, dass er wegmuss
Pshhtt, sus
Die Perlen am Betteln für Snus
Pshht, sus
Wirst du frech, Nigga, kriegst du ein' Schuss
Pshhtt, sus
Die Perlen am Betteln für Snus
Pshht, sus
Wirst du frech, Nigga, kriegst du ein' Schuss
Allô allô?
Uh, Alimzo
Comment vas-tu moi?
Uh, la cité, la cité
Tu connais déjà
La rue en vrai
'pinel douze comment
La haine | de |
7joC1driEtyEyszYL07N7r | PaulK | 13. STOCK | Mein Bruder war unten am Boden am Liegen
Ein anderer betete für seinen Frieden
Wir kommen aus demselben Loch, deshalb die Liebe
Im Westen des Landes und trotzdem am Frieren
Mein anderer Bruder hustlet
Damit seine Tochter nicht in Blocks wohnt wie ihr Vater
Die Hood ist Hölle, man sitzt an der Quelle
Und dann wegen Ott, Bruder, das ist Alltag
Ja, ich mach das für Mama, Papa und die Brüder im Viertel
Die Jogginghose unter Jeans war mein Gürtel
Im Block die Runden dreh ich so wie ein Zirkel
Das Schicksal ein Spiel, also werf ich die Würfel
Will den ganzen Teller, Junge, gib mir die Schürze
Den ganzen Rappern hier fehlt einfach die Würze
Der kalte Westen, nein, hier gibt's keine Küste
Sondern Löcher in Mauern von Schüssen
Ja, ich acker, mache weiter
Viel zu lange schon am Scheitern, muss nach oben
Ganz egal, wer dir sagt, ja, dein Traum ist zu groß
Man, er hat dich belogen
Wieso hab ich meine Pläne nur verschoben
Hustle weiter, ja, ich steigere mich, liege nie wieder unten
Ich hab es geschworen
Füße am Boden, doch Kopf ist am Schweben
Täglicher Hustle, ein einsames Leben
Die Pläne durchkreuzt wie die Flagge von Schweden
(jemanden checken, der ein Trikot von Schweden anhat)
Bis jetzt nur gelitten, ich warte auf den Segen
Der Kopf voller Depressions, das kratzt an der Seele
Doch ehrlich gesagt, hab ich keinen Bock zu reden
Ich seh meinen Brüdern zu, wie sie verwesen
Die Seele ist dreckig
Ich rauch einen Besen
Der Grund ist verständlich
Doch nichts zu beschweren, weil eigentlich leben wir ohne Probleme
Ich brauch keinen Doktor, nein, nur paar Gebete
Die Schrauben sind locker
Ein wackliges Leben
Seit ganzen 10 Jahren verfolg ich den Plan
Aber weiß noch nicht mal, wann mich Gott endlich weckt
Ich hab nichts im Magen, ist nicht zu ertragen
Worauf muss ich warten? Der Tisch ist gedeckt
Ich will den ganzen Teller für die Family und meine Brüder
Dann bin ich komplett
Dan sagte Bro, sag, was willst du erwarten
Du tust deine Diamanten in den Dreck
Lehn mich aus dem Fenster aus dem 13. Stock
Hotbox im Treppenhaus
Mitten im Block
Mein Bra aus Kinshasa verbindet mit Box
Die Sonne nimmt Abschied und wandert mit Gott
Die Umhängetasche voll Reste von Ott
Das wird untersucht von dem Bastard, dem Cop
Doch ich hab nur die eine Sache in mein Kopf
Mein Bra hat 3 Jahre versteckt in den Socks | de |
0tY5pMat94S3pqBLnrvTkx | PaulK | ZEIT | Und ich denk die Zeiten, wo jeder noch meinte
Dass ich für den Shit nicht das Zeug hab
Ich warte auf den Switch der Gezeiten, bisher war nur Pleite
Die City vergiftet von Heuchlern
Only Lord Knows
Sag, wann beginnt die Zeit
Seit langem schon bereit
Du siehst, ich bin voller Leid
Doch ich muss weiterhin geduldig sein
Sag, wann beginnt die Zeit
Seit langem schon bereit
Du siehst, ich bin voller Leid
Doch ich muss weiterhin geduldig sein
Mein Leben könnte ein Movie sein
Gefallen, nein, ich tu dir kein
Du solltest eigentlich wissen
Dass ich für dich lang nicht "Brudi" heiß
Wichtig ist, dass ich mit meiner Family jeden Fuffi teil
Bei jedem meiner Steps hab ich für immer meine Jungs dabei
Ich fühl mich manchmal wie der Mann on the Moon
Outer space, Kopfficks, was soll ich tun?!
Du judgest mich, bitte komm und lauf in meinen Schuhen
Bounce durch die Nacht bis um 8 in mein Studio
Sag, was sonst soll ich tun?
Sag, wann beginnt die Zeit
Seit langem schon bereit
Du siehst, ich bin voller Leid
Doch ich muss weiterhin geduldig sein
Sag, wann beginnt die Zeit
Seit langem schon bereit
Du siehst, ich bin voller Leid
Doch ich muss weiterhin geduldig sein
Und ich fahr im Dunkeln durch die Nacht
Der Mondschein ist mein Kompass
Bis die Sonne morgens wieder lacht
Und ich von meinem Albtraum aufwach
Seit paar Jahren hab die Sorge, dass das Schicksal mir was vormacht
Doch die Zeit hat mich eiskalt gefriert, sodass ich keine Chance hab
Ich werd geweckt von dem Gezwitscher von den Vögeln
Die die Sonne bringen
Eingepennt vom Cali-Pack, mein Plug nennt es Black Orchidee
Filme in meinem Kopf, mein ganzes Leben ist ne Song Idee
Nimm dich mit auf meine Odysee
Ich kann dir sagen
All die Jahre waren wichtig für den Typ im Spiegel
Ganz egal, wie hart der Struggle, leg den Fokus auf die Ziele
Brauche keine Faker-Freunde
Ich brauche nur Rauch und Liebe
In meinem Kreis sind keine Ratten, aber draußen viele
Sag, wann beginnt die Zeit
Seit langem schon bereit
Du siehst, ich bin voller Leid
Doch ich muss weiterhin geduldig sein
Sag, wann beginnt die Zeit
Seit langem schon bereit
Du siehst, ich bin voller Leid
Doch ich muss weiterhin geduldig sein | de |
4zpwPa8I675w901lr9qALE | PaulK | GLAS | Es ist egal, wie voll mein Glas ist
Die Stimmen gehen nicht weg
Schicksal spielt mit gezinkten Karten
Ich habe zu viel gesetzt
Gott, sag, wie lange muss ich noch warten
Ein Blessing wäre nicht schlecht
Auf Standby schon seit Jahren
Weil mich leider keiner weckt
Es ist egal, wie voll mein Glas ist
Die Stimmen gehen nicht weg
Schicksal spielt mit gezinkten Karten
Ich habe zu viel gesetzt
Gott, sag, wie lange muss ich noch warten
Ein Blessing wäre nicht schlecht
Auf Standby schon seit Jahren
Weil mich leider keiner weckt
We Outside, ich rolle einen Fetten
Um die Sorgen zu vergessen
Lebe im Heute, fick auf morgen
Weil das Leben mich im Jetzt fickt
Ich muss essen, dafür sorgen, dass die Mamas von meinen Besten
Alle glänzend in der Sonne, ohne Sorgen, nur noch Lächeln
We Outside, ich rolle einen Fetten
Um die Sorgen zu vergessen
Und mein Bro hat viele Sorten
In verschiedenen Facetten
Und ein anderer wird hops genommen, der Staat lässt ihn sich setzen
Ihr habt meinen Namen in den Mund genommen
Ich hoffe, das es schmeckte
Ich schlafe nicht ein
Eine ganze Henny und das Cali haben nicht gereicht
Ich gucke immer auf mein Handy
Kein Gefühl mehr für die Zeit
Ich frage mich, wann das endet
Ich weiß nicht, wie viel mir bleibt
Gott, verzeih
Ich habe mich verlaufen
Bin hier draußen schon seit vorvor letztem Winter
Muss einen aufdrehen, weil glaube ich
Schaffe das alles nicht mehr nüchtern
Habe gelernt, dass nichts aus Gold ist
Trau deinen Augen nicht bei Glitzer
Und bleib gerade und sei stolz
Weil auf der Straße gibt's nur Pisser
Und Soldaten, it's your choice
Ich bleibe meinem Namen immer treu
Weil all die Blender doch nur da sind, weil's jetzt läuft
Ich weiß, wer da war und wer täuscht
Es ist egal, wie voll mein Glas ist
Die Stimmen gehen nicht weg
Schicksal spielt mit gezinkten Karten
Ich habe zu viel gesetzt
Gott, sag, wie lange muss ich noch warten
Ein Blessing wäre nicht schlecht
Auf Standby schon seit Jahren
Weil mich leider keiner weckt
Es ist egal, wie voll mein Glas ist
Die Stimmen gehen nicht weg
Schicksal spielt mit gezinkten Karten
Ich habe zu viel gesetzt
Gott, sag, wie lange muss ich noch warten
Ein Blessing wäre nicht schlecht
Auf Standby schon seit Jahren
Weil mich leider keiner weckt | de |
45PTnxCNE9ob8ZhzY1CNAf | The Dreaming | Hole (feat. Jinxx) | My whole world stopped spinning without you
The heavens lay dead in the sky
I cried to the angels to bring you home to me
But that is not be destined to be in this life
Now I'm lost and alone
And only you can make me whole
I'm broken and alone
With just this gaping hole in my soul
I dream of nights lasting forever
I still taste our last kiss goodbye
And that moment eternity ended at least for me
And now I no longer belong in this life
Now I'm lost and alone
And only you can make me whole
I'm broken and alone
With just this gaping hole in my soul
I tried to forget you the memories won't fade
I reached out to touch you through miles and through days
But sometimes I swear I can hear you call my name
And still the emptiness won't fade
I'm trying to keep me together
But slowly I'm falling apart
I can't breathe there's no life inside me
I can't go on living with this broken heart
I'm lost and alone
And only you can make me whole
I'm broken and alone
With just this gaping hole
I'm broken and alone
You've left this gaping hole in my soul
(In my soul)
(In my soul) | en |
563SeC5GtWm7uWfVZBwRQu | Two Fingers | Blood Moon | What's the matter?
You don't like dog anymore?
I like it
Maybe dogs too good for a runaway slut like you
The dog's ghost is talking out there tonight
Ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha (wait) | en |
28zq5QW3hryQaJlUMoJCFc | Arkarna | Life Is Free | You could be popular
You could be wanting more
It doesn't have to be that way
This could be beautifull
Are you really gonna make it happen
Seems a whispers sometimes louder than a scream
Are you really gonna make it happen
Life is free
You could be a checkout girl
You could be beautifull
You give your all but it's not enough
Is that the way it is?
Are you really gonna make it happen
Seems a whispers sometimes louder than a scream
Are you really gonna make it happen
Life is free
Keep the dream alive
Don't be affraid
I'm suffering my life away
You know
That's all I've got to say
Are you really gonna make it happen
Seems a whispers sometimes louder than a scream
Are you really gonna make it happen
Life is free | en |
4zuJ2WhamXtMObfpXtwpFu | Arkarna | So Little Time | (Ohhhh)
Took a while to drag me out of bed
Aim some coffee at my head
Saw the clock, I'm running late
It's an ordinary day
And I'm like a dog on heat
Knock one out and then fall asleep
It's sad but true
I'd rather be with you
Don't you forget about me
When you're a celebrity
It will be only you and me
Before too long
So little time, so much to do
I'd rather spend my days with you
So little time, so much to do
I' like to spend one day with you
And if that day is not enough
Maybe we can stay and touch
But I'm not making plans
For tomorrow, for tomorrow
Never comes...
(For tomorrow)
(Ohhh)
Said I've been celibate for years
Not out of choice there's no - one here
See I can't give my end away
Another ordinary day
And I'd love to see
A little more of you
Your clothes would look better
On my bedroom floor, on my bedroom floor, on my bedroom floor
Don't you forget about me
When you're a celebrity
It will be only you and me
Before too long
So little time, so much to do
I'd rather spend my days with you
So little time, so much to do
I'd like to spend one day with you
And if that day is not enough
Maybe we can stay and touch
But I'm not making plans
For tomorrow, for tomorrow
Never comes...
So little time, so much to do
I'd rather spend my days with you
So little time, so much to do
I'd like to spend one day with you
And if that day is not enough
Maybe we can stay and touch
But I'm not making plans
For tomorrow, for tomorrow
For tomorrow, never comes... | en |
6xCj7W8PkDuTmwI0MBa0uF | Hungry Young Poets | Firewoman | The moon's gone down
I know you're still awake
This heart I've found
I didn't intend to break
'Cause I've seen the world from down there
And it wasn't a pretty sight
Now the circle is turning
Are you armed for the fight?
I wanna be a firewoman
I'll water down your desire
'Cause I know this love is a killer
I wanna put out your fire
Apology. Its futility.
Now destiny
Is not a friend
Not a friend
'Cause I've seen the world from down there
And it wasn't a pretty sight
Now the circle is turning
Are you gonna be alright?
I wanna be a firewoman
I'll water down your desire
'Cause I know this love is a killer
I wanna put out your fire
Did you come for danger
You gave me love for pain
Now you're much more than a stranger
I wanna give you love but all I have is rain
I'm gonna be a firewoman
I'll water down your desire
'Cause I know this love is a killer
I'm gonna put out your fire
I'm gonna put it out, put it out I'm gonna be a firewoman (...put it out, put it out)
I'm gonna be a firewoman | en |
2nk2CHzXMm7riSei8UKyuY | Barbie's Cradle | Shiny Red Balloon | I'm keeping my affair in a book
so this is how a villain feels
they're running seasons in my chest
and I'm only to keep them
Chorus:
Maybe it's not true
love on the TV
just like we imagine it
and it's so hard to do
when theres always some distraction
a shiny red balloon
that spoils everything
I'm keeping my affair in a book
such practical and harmless vice
but I'm feeling it could end up painfully
and the TV should apologize
Chorus:
Maybe it's not true
love on the TV
just like we imagine it
and it's so hard to do
when theres always some distraction
a shiny red balloon
that spoils everything
I'm keeping my affair in a book
my long and lonely compromise
how can you live like that my dear
well we do
love on the TV
just like we imagine it
and it's so hard to do
when theres always some distraction
a shiny red balloon
that spoils everything
Chorus:
Maybe it's not true
love on the TV
just like we imagine it
and it's so hard to do
when theres always some distraction
a shiny red balloon
that spoils everything
It spoils everything (7x) | en |
1f1joDzK7NnqqLsYR9BiMG | Cabinet | A Smile | My best friend im low
You are the only friend that I know
When my skies are covered in storm
I keep you tucked inside of my heart, my heart
My heart
When I feel the deals gone wrong
You come to me and start singing that song
And I hear you signing to me
Then I grow a smile up high in my check, my cheek, a smile
Thats when I go looking for old Dimond joe
Or if I wanna hit it on head
Dirt piece washed away in a heavy rain
All im sayin is your heard when
My debts are long and im tires
You are the one that keeps my eyes my open wide
And if I feel that I cannot go on
Then you come to me and start signing that song, that song
Thats when I go looking for old Dimond joe
Or if I wanna hit it on head
Dirt piece washed away in a heavy rain
All im sayin is your heard when
When I feel the deals gone wrong
And you come to me and start singing that song
And I hear you signing to me
Then I grow a smile up high in my check, my cheek, a smile, a smile | en |
2T6XJX3Ryn7NwtenLdsuEF | Cabinet | Heavy Rain | Batten down the hatches and close the door
There's a heavy rain a falling
Way down in the hollow of a tree
I can hear that blackbird cawing
Prepare for trouble, get ready for strife
When you hear that thunder roar
Are you willing to survive with a devil at your door?
I got bit by a dog in Tennessee
You could see that his eyes were raging
If you turn your back on me
You better get your boots a blazing
When you hear the trees want to creak and moan
You see the leaves are falling
Pick up your feet and get ready to run
There ain't no time for stalling
There's a heavy rain
That gonna flood up this plain | en |
0zOvExow93RaYLfVPjfYBs | Cabinet | Eleanor | If this old house burns down slowly to the ground
The simple things that we've once known they won't be around
We won't have to lock the door cause
Everyone around won't wanna come in to what they found.
If this old house burns down
This place is always such a mess its something that i must confess
I'm running but, I don't see you
Give to me to take away everything i've held today
My body is still in that room
If this old house burns down we won't even know
Because we won't be around when it goes
We won't see a flame
We won't even feel the heat
Charcoaled wood and ashes at my feet | en |
6EgfXr9x3gIGNWD8VcADR8 | Zohar | The Merciful One | Holdin' you my spirits go up high
But I've got a lot to learn
Lovin' you is playing with fire
And I might get my fingers burned
If I'm not the right one for you, baby
Don't keep me in the cloud too long
But try to let me down, kind of easy
When the right one comes along
Kissin' you is askin' for trouble
I might find my trouble soon
Lovin' you is courtin' destruction
Like playin' games with my own due
If I'm not the right one for you, baby
Don't let me build my home too strong
But try to break it to me gently
When the right one comes along
When the right one comes along | en |
1RxKQkcq4g5g6m8EYmlKvx | Manuel Franjo | Tiempo | Tiempo, no dejes que el tiempo
te ayude a olvidar nuestro amor
a olvidar el calor
tiempo, detén el momento
las horas te alejan de mí
ya el silencio está aquí
por tu amor
el sol se ha alzado cada amanecer
las noches me han cubierto con placer
mis ojos descubrieron el color por tí
si te vas
mi cuerpo no podría ya respirar
mis dias se llenarían de soledad
ya nada importaría si no estas
sin tí
ya no hay tiempo
no queda más tiempo
escucha el dolor en mi voz
el silencio entre los dos
tiempo ya no hay tiempo
me dicen que el tiempo
ayuda a olvidar el dolor
a olvidar el amor
tiempo | es |
2QaM9eUX8GLFPSCoJUQXyD | Chiara Galiazzo | Over the rainbow | Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high there's a land I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow why oh why can't I? | en |
1gpkM8wstgrgmAaWqbiiup | Enrico Nigiotti | Qualcosa Da Decidere | Probabilmente qualcosa da decidere
Prima che insieme cominciamo a ridere
Tirare fuori il maglione più bello
Scegliere in fretta il posto più giusto
Nell'imbarazzo che ruba la scena
E il tuo vestito che scopre la schiena
Lo sguardo perso per ogni tuo gesto
Il tuo sorriso che risolve tutto
(La, laila, laila, laila)
Potremo stare fermi ad aspettare
Il tempo che cancelli il nostro attimo
Il nostro attimo
Oppure scrivere i capitoli di un libro
Che è già aperto e dedicarlo a noi
E dedicarlo a noi
Dentro alla noia dell'inverno
Siamo sguardi che non sanno ancora scegliere
Cosa è possibile
E in fondo persi dentro a un mare di domande
La certezza adesso siamo noi
Adesso siamo noi
(La, laila, laila, laila)
Sotto una musica che suona a martello
Noi ci capiamo, parliamo lo stesso
Bicchieri in mano, le braccia tue addosso
Mi scappa il tempo, non riesco a fermarlo
Tutto il tuo corpo, tutto è il tuo vivere
Tutto il tuo muoverti, tutto il tuo essere
In questa notte, in questa tempesta
Che tutto passa, ma tutto poi resta
Potremo stare fermi ad aspettare
Il tempo che cancelli il nostro attimo
Il nostro attimo
Oppure scrivere i capitoli di un libro
Che è già aperto e dedicarlo a noi
E dedicarlo a noi
Dentro alla noia dell'inverno
Siamo sguardi che non sanno ancora scegliere
Cosa è possibile
E in fondo persi dentro a un mare di domande
La certezza adesso siamo noi
Adesso siamo noi
Ed io ti porterò
Ovunque tu vorrai
E non ti lascerò
E non mi lascerai
Ed io ti cercherò
Ovunque tu sarai
E non ti lascerò
Tu non mi lascerai
Potremo stare fermi ad aspettare
Il tempo che cancelli il nostro attimo
Il nostro attimo
Oppure scrivere i capitoli di un libro
Che è già aperto e dedicarlo a noi
E dedicarlo a noi
Dentro alla noia dell'inverno
Siamo sguardi che non sanno ancora scegliere
Cosa è possibile
E in fondo persi dentro a un mare di domande
La certezza adesso siamo noi
Adesso siamo noi
Adesso siamo noi | it |
12wz8SeFMHqi81my9L4AE3 | Julia Pietrucha | Swing Boy | Swing boy
you bring me so much joy
(she knows you're always there)
Take care
For every move i make
(take care of what she says)
Baby what you think
(she's here to stay)
Whisper in my ear sounds of your love
Listen to me now
(You're the one she wants)
Oh boy, I think we got it all
When you swing oh my dear
Everybody sees us
when we stand side by side
then everybody sings in town
Uuuua uuuuuauaaa uauauauauaua
Uuuua uuuuuauaaa uauauauauaua
Swing boy, tonight I made my choice
(forever she'll be yours)
Lets dance, be sure to hold my hands
(always hand in hand)
Baby now you know
(she will never go)
Whisper in my ear to lift me up above
Listen to me now
(You're the one she wants)
Oh boy, I think we are in love
When we swing oh my dear
Everybody sees us
when we stand side by side
then everybody sings in town
Uuuua uuuuuauaaa uauauauauaua
Uuuua uuuuuauaaa uauauauauaua
Someday, a question's asked
he'll take me as his wife
We'll remember times
When everybody sings, everybody sing in town
Uuuua uuuuuauaaa uauauauauaua | en |
0PsCltC6FxjcX3moLWfL7v | Julia Pietrucha | On My Own | Don't look at me
I can't know who I am
Just because I'm blond and thin
it's easy to tease
You can try to bring me down now if you please
but there ain't nobody to take away my peace
because I've got it on my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
so don't tell me how I should live
all these posts and hateful words
have nothing to give
You can hide and say my life's been given to me
but there ain't nobody to thank for all that I've got
because I've got it on my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
So don't wake me up
while I dream
Inspite of you knocking me down
I'm starting to breathe
You've tried to take my life away from me
but I won't conceal to change the way that I feel
because I've got here on my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own
my own | en |
7hLhSXj6jL3Ub6JV83DYFg | Kamil Bednarek | Momenty | Pełen niepewności czas
Czekamy aż ucichnie sztorm
Pora rozwinąć żagle
Wypełnić je odwagi wiatrem
Dobrych wspomnień duch
Wyszeptał wskazówkę bym mógł
Iść w nieznane
Zamienić każdy problem na każde wyzwanie
Ten czas pokazał mi ile siły w sobie mam
Bym wreszcie mógł się cieszyć
Wszystkim wszystkim tym co mam
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
Chcę żyć jak bym nie wiedział czym jest strach
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
Chcę żyć jak bym nie wiedział czym jest strach
Tęsknie za normalnością
Za tym co pozwala być
Wolnym od represji
Z dala od agresji
Pozwólmy sobie złapać oddech właśnie dziś
Na piasku boso tańczyć aż po blady świt
W głośnikach dancehall poczuj ten flow
Muzyka muzyką rozkręcimy to miejsce
Łap ten dancehall tańcz całą noc
Rozluźnij ciało bądź gotów na więcej
W głośnikach dancehall poczuj to flow
Muzyka muzyką rozkręcimy to miejsce
Łap ten dancehall tańcz całą noc
Rozluźnij ciało bądź gotów na więcej
Ten czas pokazał mi ile siły w sobie mam
Bym wreszcie mógł się cieszyć
Wszystkim wszystkim tym co mam
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
Chcę żyć jak bym nie wiedział czym jest strach
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
Chcę żyć jak bym nie wiedział czym jest strach
(Uuh-ohh)
Chcę być znów
Zapomnieć czym jest strach... Czas na mentalny triumf
Zbieram momenty które są pieśnią nieznanych dróg
Ten czas pokazał mi ile siły w sobie mam
Bym wreszcie mógł się cieszyć
Wszystkim wszystkim tym co mam
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
Chcę żyć jak bym nie wiedział czym jest strach
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
Chcę żyć jak bym nie wiedział czym jest strach
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
Chcę żyć jak bym nie wiedział czym jest strach
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
Chcę żyć jak bym nie wiedział czym jest strach | pl |
19RgdSzNjpWtM7dncfal45 | Kamil Bednarek | Up & Here | Yo!
Michael from the mic
What a beautiful night, what a beautiful fire
Are you ready for this?
Up in here, I feel the music in the atmosphere
Good vibes protection
Up in here, right now, right here
Up in here, I feel the music in the atmosphere
Good vibes protection
Up in here, right now, right here
Night like this, yes me see your face, on the floor you moving like a queen
Night like this, I wanna feel you so close in unity
Night like this, yes me see your face, on the floor you moving like a queen
Oh, everything's right all around
Up in here, I feel the music in the atmosphere
Good vibes protection
Up in here, right now, right here
Up in here, I feel the music in the atmosphere
Good vibes protection
Up in here, right now, right here
Night like this, yes I am a rebel bad vibes want you come with me
Night like this, let's enjoy this time relax and be free
Night like this, we can't loose this feelings keep it alive
Express yourself get lost in the vibe
Up in here, I feel the music in the atmosphere
Good vibes protection
Up in here, right now, right here
Up in here, I feel the music in the atmosphere
Good vibes protection
Up in here, right now, right here
Hey, yo Res, Res where are you?
You know we only deal with good vibes here
Resoteric Fyah keeper yeah you know how i roll
Music crawl into my soul and have me loosing control
I don't worry 'bout my troubles 'cause the music's in my ear
I'll be rolling with the kick and I'll be popping with the snare
Like yo, reggae people come and listen what we say
Me and Kamil Bednarek have some music you should play
It don't matter how you dance we can do it anyway
You know we're feeling nice everyday
Give me the music, give me the rhythm
Give me the vibes, give me the beat
Give me just little something so that i can move my feet
I'll be flowing, showing love to everybody that i meet
Give me the vibes and I'm feeling complete
Jah know
Up in here, I feel the music in the atmosphere
Good vibes protection
Up in here, right now, right here
Up in here, I feel the music in the atmosphere
Good vibes protection
Up in here, right now, right here
Up in here, I feel the music in the atmosphere
Good vibes protection
Up in here, right now, right here
Up in here, I feel the music in the atmosphere
Good vibes protection
Up in here, right now, right here
Up in here | en |
6qV23ADVUUu1QybDBZ2832 | Kamil Bednarek | Dni Których Jeszcze Nie Znamy | Tyle było dni do utraty sił,
Do utraty tchu tyle było chwil,
Gdy żałujesz tych, z których nie masz nic,
Jedno warto znać, jedno tylko wiedz, że...
Ważne są tylko te dni których jeszcze nie znamy,
Ważnych jest kilka tych chwil, tych na które czekamy
Ważne są tylko te dni których jeszcze nie znamy,
Ważnych jest kilka tych chwil, tych na które czekamy
Pewien znany ktoś, kto miał dom i sad,
Zgubił nagle sens i w złe kręgi wpadł,
Choć majątek prysł, on nie stoczył się,
Wytłumaczyć umiał sobie wtedy właśnie, że...
Ważne są tylko te dni których jeszcze nie znamy,
Ważnych jest kilka tych chwil, tych na które czekamy
Ważne są tylko te dni których jeszcze nie znamy,
Ważnych jest kilka tych chwil, tych na które czekamy
Jak rozpoznać ludzi, których już nie znamy?
Jak pozbierać myśli z tych nieposkładanych?
Jak oddzielić nagle rozum swój od serca?
Jak usłyszeć siebie w takim szumnym scherzu*?
Jak rozpoznać ludzi, których już nie znamy?
Jak pozbierać myśli z tych nieposkładanych?
Jak odnaleźć nagle radość i nadzieję?
Odpowiedzi szukaj, czasu jest tak wiele...
Ważne są tylko te dni których jeszcze nie znamy,
Ważnych jest kilka tych chwil, tych na które czekamy
Ważne są tylko te dni których jeszcze nie znamy,
Ważnych jest kilka tych chwil, tych na które czekamy | pl |
3fAaJ4I6RtivndyWQUqUJm | Anna Wyszkoni | Oszukać Los | Powietrze nagle stało się duszne
Słowa zabierają tlen
Odkładam nagle cały świat na później
Próbuje wziąć głęboki wdech - bezskutecznie
Beznamiętnie wyrzucam gniew
Całą złość wykrzyczeć chcę
I prosto w twarz się śmiać
Oszukać los
Siłę mam by zacząć jeszcze raz
Chcę zacząć jeszcze raz
Na wszystko będzie mnie już stać, od jutra
Wyrwę z gardła gorzki smak, przyczajony
I znów odbiję się od dna
I wrócę jakby nic na start
Całkiem inna
Całkiem nowa
Zdobędę świat
Całą złość wykrzyczeć chcę
I prosto w twarz się śmiać
Oszukać los
Siłę mam by zacząć jeszcze raz
Całą złość wykrzyczeć chcę
I prosto w twarz się śmiać
Oszukać los (oszukać los)
Siłę mam by zacząć jeszcze raz
Zaczynam jeszcze raz | pl |
1Nxlf39C7amYVqMp5Xu5OI | Steeven Sandoval | Mi Talismán - En Vivo | Sabes pasa el tiempo y no te veo
Cada ves estas mas lejos
Y yo busco mas de ti
Porque
Sabes yo pensé que era mas facil
Olvidar tu forma fragil
De siempre dar sin recibir
Solo tu
Eres tu quien me ilumina
Mi pequeño talisman
Y aun recuerdo esa rutina
De gozar cada mañana
En los momentos mas dificiles
Fuiste tu ese divan
En nuestro amor ya no hay secretos
Sabe todo de los dos
Y deja afuera nuestros miedos
Vuelve quiero estar contigo
Ven y calma esta ansiedad
Vuelve y salvame que muero
En esta soledad que roba el valor a mi vivir
Eres tu quien me ilumina
Mi pequeño talisman
Bien recuerdo esa rutina
De gozar cada mañana
En los momentos mas dificiles
Fuiste tu ese divan
En nuestro amor ya no hay secretos
Sabe todo de los dos
Y deja afuera nuestros miedos
Vuelve quiero estar contigo
Ven y calma esta ansiedad
Vuelve y salvame que muero
En esta soledad que roba el valor a mi vivir
Vuelve quiero estar contigo
Ven y calma mi ansiedad | es |
5GG8IyNKPdjKOmebYAAI6p | Steeven Sandoval | Tu Sangre en Mi Cuerpo | Cada día que amanece espero verte
Con tu sonrisa de niño y tu mirada transparente
Ya que Dios me ha concedido el orgullo de tenerte
Quiero decirte, hijo mío, que estaré contigo siempre
Yo no sé cómo explicarte con palabras lo que siento
Pero, aparte de adorarte, yo te admiro, te respeto
El mejor padre yo tengo, y a Dios gracias doy por eso
Quisiera seguir tus pasos, porque tú,
Eres mi ejemplo
Toma mi mano con fuerza, no me sueltes, te lo ruego
Caminemos siempre juntos, que a dónde vaya, te llevo
Si la vida nos separa, yo te juro y te prometo
Que en mi corazón existes, como tu sangre en mi cuerpo
Ahora ven aquí conmigo, que mientras yo pueda hacerlo
Quiero dormirte en mis brazos como cuando eras pequeño
Gracias, papá, por quererme, por cuidarme y protegerme
Nunca dejes de arrullarme, llévame en tus brazos fuertes
Y aunque en hombre me convierta, quiero ser tu niño siempre
Toma mi mano con fuerza, no me sueltes, te lo ruego
Caminemos siempre juntos, que a dónde vaya, te llevo
Si la vida nos separa, yo te juro y te prometo
Que en mi corazón existes, como tu sangre en mi cuerpo
Toma mi mano con fuerza, no me sueltes, te lo ruego
Caminemos siempre juntos, que a dónde vaya, te llevo
Si la vida nos separa, yo te juro y te prometo
Que en mi corazón existes, como tu sangre en mi cuerpo | es |
7bjQwQuRjfZBVECFVioCBN | Juan Salazar | Quien Es Usted ? | Dice que yo fui su amante y que la adore
Que le suplique que no se fuera de mi lado
Y que le mandaba rosas de vez en mes
Y que lamenta mucho usted haberme dejado
Me va a disculpar señora pero no me acuerdo
Discúlpeme el atrevimiento pero nada siento
Quien es usted?
De donde ha salido?
Yo no soy aquel
Al que jura haber herido
Quien es usted?
Yo no la recuerdo
Sera que su traición
Le clausuro ya la memoria al corazon
Me va a disculpar señora pero no me acuerdo
Discúlpeme el atrevimiento pero nada siento
Quien es usted?
De donde ha salido?
Yo no soy aquel
Al que jura haber herido
Quien es usted?
Yo no la recuerdo
Sera que su traición
Le clausuro ya la memoria al corazon
Quien es usted? | es |
6Xjp5T5F7m99CNCmbegKle | Rodney Hunter | Let Your Soul Guide Your Heart | Let your soul guide your heart, heart, heart...
(Let your soul, soul, soul...)
(Let your soul, soul, soul...)
(Let your soul, soul, soul...)
(Let your heart, heart, heart)
(Let your heart, heart, heart)
Let your soul guide your heart, heart, heart...
(Let your soul, soul, soul...)
Let your soul guide your heart, heart, heart...
(Let your soul, soul, soul...)
(Let your soul, soul, soul...)
(Let your soul, soul, soul...)
(Let your soul, soul, let your heart)
(Dance to Collage)
(Let's dance, let's dance)
(Really tight, really tight, really tight)
(Baby)
Let your soul guide your heart, heart, heart...
(Let your soul, soul, soul...)
Let your soul guide your heart, heart, heart...
(Let your soul, soul, soul...)
(Let your soul, soul, soul...)
(Let your soul guide your heart)
(Let your soul, soul, soul...)
(Let your heart, heart, heart)
(Let your soul, soul, soul...)
(Let your heart, heart, heart)
Let your soul guide your heart, heart, heart... | en |
2XzbFEMn8USug9gB7Bgcrp | Gigi de Martino | Mar Adentro - Radio Mix | Noches de luna llena
se escucha por un rumor,
el canto de la sirena
la novia del pescador
Noches de luna llena
se escucha por un rumor,
el canto de la sirena
la novia del pescador
Cruzeros multicolores
brilla del firmamento
y azumo los pesacadores
an remando mar adentro
Noches de luna llena
se escucha por un rumor,
el canto de la sirena
la novia del pescador
Noches de luna llena
se escucha por un rumor,
el canto de la sirena
la novia del pescador
En luna llena se un
rumor, esta la novia del pescador,
Al disfuntar la mañana ya regresa el
pesacador, trayendo en du
anarabia el fruto e sudabor | es |
64IGSwJ2rsNTlBju9PrU7J | Gigi de Martino | Mar adentro (Il canto della sirena) - Original Mix | Escucha!
Las noches de luna llena,
se escucha como un rumor.
El canto de la sirena,
la novia del pescador.
Las noches de luna llena,
se escucha como un rumor.
El canto de la sirena,
la novia del pescador.
El canto de la sirena,
la novia del pescador.
Las noches de luna llena,
se escucha como un rumor.
El canto de la sirena,
la novia del pescador.
Las noches de luna llena,
se escucha como un rumor.
El canto de la sirena,
la novia del pescador.
El canto de la sirena,
la novia del pescador.
Cruzeros multicolores,
brilla del firmamento
y asumo los pescadores
van remando mar adentro. | es |
7oRubMiRlVirNuxEqDIIv8 | SpaceMan Zack | Scumbag | On that loverboy shit till I drop dead
Keep my eyelids low I'm a scumbag
I could die right now, but it's fuck that
I've been going to dumb, I ain't done yet
I don't really give a fuck what they think bout me
(I'ma do my shit get a whole bag)
Ice melt in my cup full of Hennessy
(Tryna keep away voices in my head)
Gold teeth, Louis V hold up my jeans
(Fuck school cuz my teacher couldn't cop that)
Lil shawty love me every time that I sing
(I'm a pretty little demon now god damn)
I'm a pretty little demon with a Prada bag
Tryna run up on me go and cock it back
They've been tryna kill me I ain't drop yet
They been lying through they teeth they ain't bout that
Pussy wanna talk that shit, but they don't want no smoke
Hanging out the whip baby I've been dying to roll
Getting blown by your bitch while I sniff my coke
She wanna suck my dick after I play my show
I've been making all these hits got me out on the road
Everybody know the name everywhere that I go
Now they fucking with the kid I've been turning to stone
I'm still feeling like shit think it's killing me slow
On that loverboy shit till I drop dead
Keep my eyelids low I'm a scumbag
I could die right now, but it's fuck that
I've been going to dumb, I ain't done yet
I don't really give a fuck what they think bout me
(I'ma do my shit get a hoe back)
Ice melt in my cup full of Hennessy
(Tryna keep away voices in my head)
Gold teeth, Louis V hold up my jeans
(Fuck school cuz my teacher couldn't cop that)
Lil shawty love me every time that I sing
(I'm a pretty little demon now god damn) | en |
0MKbJcSk3uTftspuunHoQe | Pavell & Venci Venc' | Ne Bih Mogal | Ако съм огън, ще изгоря
Ако съм лед, ще се разтопя
Как да дишам ако те няма?
Не бих могъл, не бих могъл!
Ако съм огън, ще изгоря
Ако съм лед, ще се разтопя
Как да дишам ако те няма?
Не бих могъл, не бих могъл!
Сигурно вече ще станем банални
Но тези неща са реални
Тва ни се случва, тва ни обучва
Тва е в гърлото, тъпата бучка
Тва не е мислено, тва е импулс
Тва е свръх ускорения пулс
Тва е забивката като напрайхме първи секс (Chicago Bulls)
23-ка, ти не си просто поредната бройка
Липсваш ми само до като дишам
Дразниш се като не става на твойто
Глупав съм само когато обичам
И двамата знаем добре кво е болка
Име с което сега те наричам
И двамата знаем добре кво е болка
Болка е ако поне не опитам да стопля ръцете
Които изстинаха заради мен
Ако съм огън, ще изгоря
Ако съм лед, ще се разтопя
Как да дишам ако те няма?
Не бих могъл, не бих могъл!
Ей
Направих едно обещание, да
Татко ще е винаги там
На улица без оправдание, йе
Пред мен да пораснеш голяма
Татко си имаше битки
Но татко ти бе справедлив
Баща ти ти казваше истини
За да можеш спокойно да спиш
Недей да ме търсиш в лицата на хората
Грешки допускам жестоки
Навънка е пълно с демони
Нарко си хора и евтини стоки
Гордея се с теб, млада жена непозната
Наслади се на всеки момент
На всяка любов, живота е кратък
Сега съм притихнал над теб
Галя косите ти, бдящ над кревата
Пея любимата твоя мелодия
Просто я чуй в тишината
Ако съм огън, ще изгоря
Ако съм лед, ще се разтопя
Как да дишам ако те няма?
Не бих могъл, не бих могъл!
Ако съм огън, ще изгоря
Ако съм лед, ще се разтопя
Как да дишам ако те няма?
Не бих могъл, не бих могъл! | bg |
449USSFZ9LUJs7PinBxyqY | Pavell & Venci Venc' | Lyubov | Когато си с мен на всичко готов, на всеки проблем, на всеки въпрос отговорът е любов, любов, любов, любов, любов, бейби.
Отговорът е любов, любов, любов, любов, любов, бейби.
Ти си моят рай на земята.
Аз съм пустинята, ти си водата.
Татуирахме си имената не на кожата, а на сърцата.
Оригинална българска любов, не е "made in China".
Тяхната се чупи бързо, нашата е трайна.
Много шумни нощи в най-разхвърляната спалня.
Питаш как го правим ли, наш'та малка тайна е любов, любов, любов, любов, любов, бейбе.
Отговорът е любов, любов, любов, любов, любов, бейбе.
И не се съмнявай в нас дори един процент – един ден ще заведем децата в Дисниленд, ще им покажем колко ценен е един момент.
Нямам грам колебания, аз съм цимент.
Само те моля – усмихвай се често!
Това ме зарежда, казвам ти честно.
Но ще има и трудно, ще има и лесно.
Готов съм на всичко, скачам във неизвестното.
Когато си с мен на всичко готов, на всеки проблем, на всеки въпрос отговорът е любов, любов, любов, любов, любов, бейби.
Отговорът е любов, любов, любов, любов, любов, бейби.
Хей, lil mamma, глей виж кво стана – допреди година мислех, че любов няма, а сега от любов замъглен е джама, цялата неделя вкъщи само по пижама.
На ръце те нося, да не стъпваш боса по земята, по която разпилял съм роза.
Сменяме и тази поза, искаш да си лоша.
Питаш "може ли?" – отговорът на въпроса е любов, любов, любов, любов, любов, бейби.
Отговорът е любов, любов, любов, любов, любов, бейби.
Любов не е само да съм вътре в тебе, любов е да се будиш всяка сутрин с мене.
Любов е да се питаме дали е време да вземем с тебе да си направим бебе.
Обещавам да ви гледам, да се грижа за вас, давам честната си дума да се хвана на бас, знаеш, ако се изгубиш, ще съм твоят компас, 'щото ако ти се спънеш, падам и аз.
Когато си с мен на всичко готов, на всеки проблем, на всеки въпрос отговорът е любов, любов, любов, любов, любов, бейби.
Отговорът е любов, любов, любов, любов, любов, бейби.
И на това му викам детство!
Забрави за лева, брат, знаеш ние сме семейство.
Т'ва е яко детство – на децата си остава най-голямото наследство.
Любов, любов, любов, любов, любов, бейби.
Отговорът е любов, любов, любов, любов, любов, бейби. | bg |
2KoiOzWGGBLSkPesk0B6Ou | 100 Kila | El Traficante | (Трафикант, трафикант, трафикант, yee-e)
Кой бях аз?
El Mr. Traficante
Кой бях аз?
Към жените съм галантен, елегантен интелигентен
Мистър трафиканте оууу, god damn
Винаги съм (Top 10) леко нестандартен, мистър трафиканте
Галантен, елегантен интелигентен, мистър трафиканте оууу
God damn, винаги съм (Top 10) леко нестандартен, мистър трафиканте
(Всички)
(Мистър трафикант, мистър-мистър трафиканте)
(Мистър трафикант, мистър-мистър трафиканте)
(Всички)
Мистър трафикант (Мистър-мистър трафиканте)
El Mr. Traficante (Трафиканта)
Ай, сега щи разкажа историята
Да, от Колумбия тръгва кораба сега, картела ма дали
Братчед праща ти колет, златните калашници от белия мед
Розовия флекс, флекс златния медал (Дал)
Девствената внучка още никой не пипал
На корабчета чака в атлантическия океан
Тънко ше се пипа мистър El Traficant
Кико мой брат, брат, грам тарикат
Не може да го сбъркаш, той няма дубликат
Always be happy so never go sell
Познат на света, любим в нашия ми град
Към жените съм галантен, елегантен интелигентен
Мистър трафиканте оууу, god damn
Винаги съм (Top 10) леко нестандартен, мистър трафиканте
Галантен, елегантен интелигентен, мистър трафиканте оууу
God damn, винаги съм (Top 10) леко нестандартен, мистър трафиканте
(Всички)
(Мистър трафикант, мистър-мистър трафиканте)
(Мистър трафикант, мистър-мистър трафиканте)
(Всички)
Мистър трафикант (Мистър-мистър трафиканте)
El Mr. Traficante (Трафикант)
(Всички)
(Мистър трафикант, мистър-мистър трафиканте)
(Мистър трафикант, мистър) Мистър трафиканте
(Всички)
(Мистър трафиканте) El Mr. Traficante
(Мистър трафикант) Килата бейби (Мистър трафиканте)
Ново Gucci шелте, рапъра перде пардисиоте е Арме
Момчето е конте, баварка ренде с пробито гърне
Да може да реве кат та води на кафе
Казал съм му, цак и слуша риба тон капак и от живота е доволен
Спах си като гуакамоле, пак се правя на готвач с пръста
Соча им менюто, искам нещо невидяно и отгоре с прошуто
За моя бос искам повече сос, повече сос иска повече коз
Повече коз падам искам за нос
Асансьорче ли си правиш? Ако що за въпрос
(Всички)
(Мистър трафикант, мистър-мистър трафиканте)
(Мистър трафикант, мистър-мистър трафиканте)
(Всички)
Мистър трафикант (Мистър-мистър трафиканте)
El Mr. Traficante (Трафиканта)
(Всички)
(Мистър трафикант, мистър-мистър трафиканте)
(Мистър трафикант, мистър-мистър трафиканте)
(Всички)
(Мистър трафикант) El Mr. Traficante
(Мистър трафикант, мистър-мистър трафиканте)
Livin' in the hills, but still don't have queues
Winnin' for the mils, but to my take bills
Born in the east, livin' in this west side
Is the priest, the beast, the good, and the bad guy growin' on the street
Livin' on the outside, make a headlist
Smokin' on the south side, always leanin' back
Stay awake all night, tryna flip again, to be on my side
Той обича маркови неща
За него няма правила
А аз ще съм една (Една), най-ярката звезда
Той обича маркови неща
За него няма правила
А аз ще съм една (Една), най-ярката звезда
(Мистър трафикант, мистър-мистър трафиканте)
(Мистър трафикант, мистър-мистър трафиканте)
(Всички)
Мистър трафикант (Мистър-мистър трафиканте)
El Mr. Traficante (Трафиканта)
(Всички)
(Мистър трафикант, мистър-мистър трафиканте)
(Мистър трафикант, мистър-мистър трафиканте)
(Всички)
(Мистър трафикант) El Mr. Traficante
(Мистър трафикант, мистър-мистър трафиканте) | bg |
472Z2YFrPxkhz8RSWzWTrR | 100 Kila | Сливенският Kашкавал | Аз казах бум, бау,
what you gonna do now?
С целия квартал вече съм играл!
И казах...
Аз казах бум, бау,
what you gonna do now?
С целия квартал вече съм играл!
И казах...
Аз казах бум, бау,
what you gonna do now?
С целия квартал вече съм играл!
И казах...
Аз казах бум, бау,
what you gonna do now?
С целия квартал вече съм играл!
И казах...
Сто и два'йси съм въртял,
много изнаглял,
саджето съм играл,
с бензин съм са' полял.
По таван съм са' въртял,
бял и побелял.
Бум, бау, what you gonna do now?
Рапове съм пял,
макарони пак съм ял.
Гъза съм ѝ въртял,
гаджето и watch up now.
Chitty, Chitty, bang,bang
money in the bank, bank,
газ in the tank, tank,
doing my thаng, thаng.
На светофара, гуми съм въртял,
и цяла вечер рапове съм пра'йл.
Рими вадя аз дори от кал,
куки - уау,
what you gonna do now?
Аз казах бум, бау,
what you gonna do now?
С целия квартал вече съм играл!
И казах...
Аз казах бум, бау,
what you gonna do now?
С целия квартал вече съм играл!
И казах...
Аз казах бум, бау,
what you gonna do now?
С целия квартал вече съм играл!
И казах...
Аз казах бум, бау,
what you gonna do now?
С целия квартал вече съм играл!
И казах...
Като хвана микрофона даже дявола аз вдигам,
Hater-a ми вика търся смисъла в думите,
куклата ма' пита къде държа си гумите.
Виждаш ма' залитам аз така си ходя брат,
сцена стягам ѝ гредата, аз от скоро съм брадат.
Малко по - богат,
малко по - рогат,
малко по - обрат в емоциите на нашия битак.
И все пак rest in peace Biggie и Tupac,
и мо'йта чета пали,
хит за варненските мангали,
разбра ли?
Готови сме вече да запалим!
Отново малък аз събирам,
и паричките доблирам,
и ше ти продам, кура сиропиран.
Бум, бау, виж се к'ъв си кавал,
багажа ти е сливенския кашкавал.
Бум, бау, да не си посмял,
Аз казах бум, бау,
what you gonna do now?
С целия квартал вече съм играл!
И казах...
Аз казах бум, бау,
what you gonna do now?
С целия квартал вече съм играл!
И казах...
Аз казах бум, бау,
what you gonna do now?
С целия квартал вече съм играл!
И казах...
Аз казах бум, бау,
what you gonna do now?
С целия квартал вече съм играл!
И казах... | bg |
3yFRe6kXhHWi1Alh6UqmHR | 100 Kila | Posh | Нещо луксозно
Нещо луксозно
Нещо относно
Нещо луксозно
100 кила
Нещо луксозно
100, 100 кила-ла-ла-ла
Момичета готови за бела-ла-ла-ла
100, 100 кила-ла-ла-ла
Момичета готови за бела-ла-ла-ла
Готов съм насреща за нещо горещо
Дори и банален секс for the night
Искам да седнеш със мене на среща
Фейсбука дай и имаш ли сайт?
Да, тя е красива жена
Със усмивка и дълги крака
Една красива жена
Която запълни деня и нощта
Ей, бейби, с тези крака
Мисля да те взема в нас
Ей, бейби, с тази пола
Мисля да те взема в нас
Ей, бейби, с тези крака
Мисля да ги взема в нас
Ей, бейби, с тази коса
Мисля да я взема в нас
100, 100 кила-ла-ла-ла
Момичета готови за бела-ла-ла-ла
100, 100 кила-ла-ла-ла
Дай да я видя, дай, дай да я видя
Розова си като керемида
Дай да я вида, дай, дай да я видя
Розова си като керемида
"Ама, Кила, ше ме обидиш"
Абе, как ще те обидя
Нали за тебе вдигам пирамида
"Ама, Кила, ше ме обидиш"
Абе, как ще те обидя
Нали за тебе вдигам пирамида
Дрехите дай, дай, да вкарам докрай
И с теб да отидем във рая
Дупето дай, дай, огъня, fire
С теб пожар ше напрая
Дгдд, ти си златно парче
Което не искам да деля на две
Радост за окото, щот си в моите ръце
(?)
Аз съм тук и съм луд по това парче
(?)
Тя е жената на всички сезони
Моето нещо, макар със бонбони
Me gusta la' gasolina
Кой ти скъса клина?
Me gusta la' gasolina
Аз ти скъсах клина
Дай да я видя, дай, дай да я видя
Розова си като керемида
Дай да я вида, дай, дай да я видя
Розова си като керемида
"Ама, Кила, ше ме обидиш"
Абе, как ще те обидя
Нали за тебе вдигам пирамида
"Ама, Кила, ше ме обидиш"
Абе, как ще те обидя
Нали за тебе вдигам пирамида
Аз съм Килата, момчето
От там където
Синьо небето се слива с море
А до мене момиче си жегва дупето
Кара клуба да се чувства добре
Малка барака на Илко в слънчака
Десет чадъра по черно море
А вътре ме чака мадамата яка
Надявам се тя да ме черпи кафе
А твойто е само нескафе
Мини, щото не ми се пи'й
А твойто е само нескафе
Мини, щото не ми се пи'й
Ле-ле, страшно пиче
Ела да черпя кафе за джазве
Е-е, страшно пиче
Ела да черпя кафе за джазве
Ей, бейби, с тези крака
Мисля да те взема в нас
Ей, бейби, с тази пола
Мисля да те взема в нас
Ей, бейби, с тези крака
Мисля да ги взема в нас
Ей, бейби, с тази коса
Мисля да я взема в нас
Дай, дай, дай да я видя
Дай, дай, дай да я видя
Дай, дай, дай да я видя
Дай...
Розова си като керемида
"Ама, Кила, ше ме обидиш"
Абе, как ще те обидя
Дай, дай, дай да я видя
"Ама, Кила, ше ме обидиш"
Абе, как ще те обидя
Нали за тебе вдигам пирамида
Дай, дай, дай да я видя
Розова си като керемида
Дай, дай, дай да я видя
Розова си като керемида
"Ама, Кила, ше ме обидиш"
Абе, как ще те обидя
Нали за тебе вдигам пирамида
"Ама, Кила, ше ме обидиш"
Абе, как ще те обидя
Нали за тебе вдигам пирамида
//
Ръцете горе, гащичките - долу
Ръцете горе, гащичките - долу
Ръцете горе, гащичките - долу
Гащичките - долу, гащичките - долу | bg |
4cTW61BD6k8gM5fLJ2Ktk8 | 100 Kila | Няма такава жена | Дай ми минута за цигара, подай ми огъня от
бара, на тебе искам аз да разкажа, да ми о
лекне и да се размажа.
Моето момиче го е срам от мен, О не не не!
Моето момиче го е срам от мен, О не не не!
Тя от мен се притеснява, да знаят другите з
а нас не трябва, не трябва, да държиш я за ръката, не трябва,
да я цункаш по устата.
Моето момиче го е срам от мен, О не не не!
Моето момиче го е срам от мен, не мога да повярвам.
Притеснява се от тъмната ми кожа и пред хората да не я аз
изложа, Дали ще я сложа пред мечтите ми и дали ще свършат парите ми.
Моето момиче го е срам от мен, и нощ и ден.
Моето момиче го е срам от мен, не мога да повярвам.
За моето момиче, нямам думи, за моето момиче нямам суми.
Думите при нас са излишни, думите при нас са излишни.
Моето момиче е глава, моето момиче е крака.
Моето момиче е веднъж, моето момиче, моя златен дъжд.
Притеснява се от тъмната ми кожа и пред хората да не я аз
изложа, Дали съм бил с на всички жените, и дали, ще свършат парите.
Моето момиче го е срам от мен, и нощ и ден.
Моето момиче го е срам от мен, не мога да повярвам.
Тя беше първа в моя кастинг, на пачката ми къса ластика.
Belucci Bianco Fantastic после всичко се пречупи като свастика.
Тя беше първа в моя кастинг, на пачката ми къса ластика.
Belucci Bianco Fantastic после всичко се пречупи като свастика.
Моето момиче го е срам от мен.
Моето момиче го е срам от мен, не мога да повярвам.
Моето момиче го е срам от мен, и нощ и ден.
Моето момиче го е срам от мен, не мога да повярвам. | bg |
4L313e94q0szSWkI34f7kY | 100 Kila | Моето радио | Нов е деня, ново аз и ново ти си
А музика звучи от моето радио
Детето в мен крещи и пак не слушам
Кой и защо не ме харесва
И пак с приятели ще правим парти
Полудяваме на моето парче
Ти остави сърцето да те води
Аз и ти ще бъдем стерео
Нека да летим
Нека да не спим
И да правим всички забранени неща
Нека да летим
Нека да не спим
И да бъдем себе си сега
Нека да летим
Нека да не спим
И да правим (Хеейй)
Нека да летим
Нека да не спим
И да бъдем себе си сега
Окей, след Маги G и Килата е наред
Ще се видим отново във втория куплет
Слънце свети в очите ми
Вятър носи косите ми
В главата мечтите ми
Това е моето радио (моето радио)
Слънце свети в очите ми
Вятър носи косите ми
В главата мечтите ми
Това е моето радио (моето радио)
Oh, no
Мойто радио, кани ме на парти, bro
Стая бяла, стерио
"Ей-йо" викат ми на галено
Амено мазето вече брат ми е забравено
С мойто радио гледаме и видео
Цял ден chill-ио
Търси кво да пари, о
Ok, let's go!
Give me the microphone
Килата, Маги G, а студиото - AMG
20, 13, ръцете си вдигни
Знай че го правиме за кеф, а не пари
Килата свети и гърми, дори и да вали
За теб ще бъда номер едно, две и три
Маги G, стой мойто беге-реге радио
Питаш ме какво, викам ай прайм парти, bro
Маги G, сто... беге-реге радио
Питаш ме какво, викам ай прайм парти, bro
Слънце свети в очите ми
Вятър носи косите ми
В главата мечтите ми
Това е моето радио (моето радио)
Слънце свети в очите ми
Вятър носи косите ми
В главата мечтите ми
Това е моето радио (моето радио)
Мойто радио
Това е мойто радио
Моето радио е пълен хит
Готов ли си за този shit
Маги G и Килата 100
Това е мойто беге-реге радио
Това е мойто радио
Мойто радио
Мойто радио
Мойто радио | bg |
4JdRXDl8N4N1an22UiK68l | 100 Kila | Chujdi Grehove | Двайсе и осемнайсе
Килата бейби
Опитват се със чужди грехове да ме наредят
Куките ме дебнат, но не могат да ме спрат
Защото във клуба- палиме
Във града- палиме
Гумите - палиме
Котките - галиме
Във клуба потни, джоба оборотно
Звъня на моя, оня вика '- Мачкай животно!
Не се шашкай, дай по - кротко
Вентилатора пусни, че ще стане много топло
Влизам из клуба целия град е вече там е
Гангстери има тук, гангстери има там
Свивам - пуша и се чудя на кого да дам, от мойте има тук
Хей, от мойте има там
В джоба съм пачка, но пак ми се бачка
Пак ми се мачка
Напреде искам крачка
Аз съм друга материя, за мене ти си батерия
Виж си твойте авери, бандата ти трепери (а)
Сладки сънища след целувки на врат
Тъмното е в мене, напомня ви го пак
Сладки, сладки сънища след целувки на врат
Тъмното е в мене, напомня ви го пак
Опитват се със чужди грехове да ме наредят
Куките ме дебнат, но не могат да ме спрат
Защото във клуба- палиме
Във града- палиме
Гумите - палиме
Котките - галиме
Опитват се със чужди грехове да ме наредят
Куките ме дебнат, но не могат да ме спрат
Защото във клуба- палиме
Във града- палиме
Гумите - палиме
Котките - галиме
Подписах договор със дявола, душа срещу талант
Отдолу в подписка - BG RAP OR A GONE
100 Кила не е нейн брат
Отново слатен кран
Чудовище и зверове бяха мойта банда
Патъка gucci лъсни, в джоба скършо пръсти
Вкарвам за Монтана, аз бързи 100 къси
Обувки на Луи, дишат и настъпват
Ланец на врата ми tattoo на гърба си
В клуба забивки записвам, големи цици подписвам
Скучни ползи подтиквам, чуждо гадже натискам
За живота аз съм лаком, пари смуча кат вакум
Пълен ми е тумбака, а ти си бахти тъпака
Нещо трака под капака
След системата богата на Боб Марли чака
Айде брат ми плюй качака
Манги вадя от flow
Думите тежат като low
Всеки месец нещо ново, а ти чакаш наготово
Опитват се със чужди грехове да ме наредят
Куките ме дебнат, но не могат да ме спрат
Защото във клуба- палиме
Във града- палиме
Гумите - палиме
Котките - галиме
Опитват се със чужди грехове да ме наредят
Куките ме дебнат, но не могат да ме спрат
Защото във клуба- палиме
Във града- палиме
Гумите - палиме
Котките - галиме
Опитват се със чужди грехове да ме наредят
Куките ме дебнат, но не могат да ме спрат
Защото във клуба- палиме
Във града- палиме
Гумите - палиме
Котките - галиме
Опитват се със чужди грехове да ме наредят
Куките ме дебнат, но не могат да ме спрат
Защото във клуба- палиме
Във града- палиме
Гумите - палиме
Котките - галиме | bg |
3uUGfSdeYJwmU4qbwZt9LQ | 100 Kila | Az sam 6 (feat. DJ Diamondz) | Една история за дами, с килограми грами
Среща с горещо мами на централни хали.
Секси дупе вади, с мене вечер чади,
бар запалка вади, чаша, сипва, пали.
Гледа ма в очите, got to go то мойто daddy,
щото късно става и патлак ще ви извади.
Той полицай инспектор, аз DJ - selector,
без него вечерта ми е перфектна.
Мойто мамче само с мене се лигави,
и цяла вечер щуротии с дупето си прави.
Секс правим прави, не се бавим,
пушим, палим брат ми, котки галим.
Клати го, клати го, клати за бати,
клати за мама после клати за тати,
клати го здраво, щото клатих сестра ти.
Само тихо пред бати, защото знае карати.
Боли ма хуя за тебе, тебе и тебе,
боли ма кура за тебе, тебе и тебе,
боли ма кура за тебе, тебе и тебе,
боли ма, боли ма, тебе, тебе и тебе.
След среща с нея съм в махалата, палната в устата,
пуша сам, или с братята - та - та.
Бум шака лака, пълен е ташака,
аз съм кила брат ми, буякаша.
Чакай малко како, аз съм малко хахо,
идвам от Айдахо да правим ихо - ахо.
Тя ми вика просто звънни ми, звънни ми, звънни ми,
да вземем да загънеме, загънеме, загънеме.
Аз и викам money me, money, money me,
gunny me, gunny, gunny me.
Питаш тоя кой е, тоя бийта мой,
аз съм fresh boy, ой, ой, ой.
Клати го, клати го, клати за бати,
клати за мама после клати за тати,
клати го здраво, щото клатих сестра ти.
Само тихо пред бати,
а щото знае карати.
Боли ма хуя за тебе, тебе и тебе,
боли ма кура за тебе, тебе и тебе,
боли ма кура за тебе, тебе и тебе,
боли ма, боли ма, тебе, тебе и тебе. | bg |
3FZ5duYD11bsAakt7IpNLN | 100 Kila | O Ye | Първа стъпка в клуба чувам бум бим бам бем
Мацките ме гледат, викат ohh it good damn
Танцувам по средата сякаш съм вертолет,
женорята ми крещят Пъфе аз съм наред
Шефа на клуба ми вика да говориме отиваме
аз му викам само пари за мен ще има ли?
Всички ме обичат и показват ми това,
като пичовте палят, а жените си въртят гъза
Градусът висок е, горещ е като чили сос
DJ миксира "Бира коз" със Rick Ross
Трака ми студен, синджира ми замръзва
flow-a не омръзва, страстта във теб отвръзва
Такъв съм си аз малко любовник си падам
и постоянно с всякакви мадами по леглата се въргалям,
А сега ръцете си вдигнете нека да опрат на тавана
за да мога скоро да държа на Mercedes волана
Искам спокойно го раздавам,
много манги да набарам,
силиконите да барам,
шестиците да карам,
дебелия да си барам,
да крещя и да се карам
звъниш аз затварям, бате, не отговарям
Искам спокойно го раздавам,
много манги да набарам,
силиконите да барам,
шестиците да карам,
дебелия да си барам,
да крещя и да се карам
звъниш аз затварям, бате, не отговарям
за помощ ще крещят всички долни хюмнета
ще режа педермета на малки парчета
после на кайма в тигана на кюфтета
няма да те чакам, нямам време за тебе сега
дай ми 16 такта знаеш, че ще ги взривя
на всеки луд купон викам аз съм шампион
дори в кола на хром викат ми хормон
амели амели амели он
позна тигана е тефлон, а симпатягата отсреща
италиански дон
Кажи защо ми се правиш на голямата гад,
разхождаш гъза си с дънки от Димитровград
Влиза Килата на теб ти става топло
ти си параноя от амфета
женати е ебахти животното
Време е от тебе някой як хит да чуя
хапя парчета от теб и после с тях те плюя
Искам спокойно го раздавам,
много манги да набарам,
силиконите да барам,
шестиците да карам,
дебелия да си барам,
да крещя и да се карам
звъниш аз затварям, бате, не отговарям
Искам спокойно го раздавам,
много манги да набарам,
силиконите да барам,
шестиците да карам,
дебелия да си барам,
да крещя и да се карам
звъниш аз затварям, бате, не отговарям
Ти просто си ми трън в окото,
ти си просиш боя жестоко
стоиш и лежиш по цял ден на леглото.
Ти си тоя дето ще ми лиже мъдото
баси гадното ще ми лиже мъдото
За теб ще вали злоба на парцали,
скандали, вандали, прасета мръсни гадни
ще се бием като Роки ще стрелям на посоки
натоканите мацки ще ми викат Оки Доки
Смоки Коки, Бен Франклин за стоки
30 кинта зелено злато в OCB широки
Здраве много манги и високи успехи
яжте пийте и си носете новите дрехи
Раждаме се умираме не се иска много ум
живейте избухвайте вдигнете малко шум
Чудиш се как сам братле, аз съм добре
дори пчелите в небето ми крещят О йе!
Искам спокойно го раздавам,
много манги да набарам,
силиконите да барам,
шестиците да карам,
дебелия да си барам,
да крещя и да се карам
звъниш аз затварям, бате, не отговарям
Искам спокойно го раздавам,
много манги да набарам,
силиконите да барам,
шестиците да карам,
дебелия да си барам,
да крещя и да се карам
звъниш аз затварям, бате, не отговарям | bg |
5FL4rYV9mFuOhSodLkIYdG | Suprhot | Calling For You | (I'm calling for you)
I'll take you where you've never been
Crawl under your skin
Follow my voice and let's begin
To run
To run
Over the edge come find me
Follow the urge
Follow the urge
I'm calling for you
I'm calling for you
I'm calling for you
I'll take you where you've never been
I've seen a power running high
Shadow in the night
Follow the sound, we're diving in
In to a deeper ground
Over the edge come find me
Follow the urge
Follow the urge
I'm calling for you
I'm calling for you
I'm calling for you
I'll take you where you've never been
I'm calling for you
I'm calling for you
I'm calling for you
I'll take you where you've never been
(I'm calling for you)
(I'll take you where you've never been)
(I'm calling for you)
(I'll take you where you've never been)
(I'm calling for you)
(I'll take you where you've never been)
(I'm calling for you) | en |
29WL4GlDvyum2bPmfF9XQm | The Haunted Windchimes | Pine Six String | He was born the seventh son
The seventh day of july
He was 1970s driven under the southern sky
And though he did survive
Well his mama she died
Underneath the moon and the howling wind he cries
ooo ooo
ooo ooo
oooo ooo
ooo oo
Now name is in a band (?)
He don't know bad from his good
He carved himself a six string
From some pine in the woods
His howls became screams
Taught himself how to sing
And made his way from abberlee
Way down to New Orleans
ooo ooo
ooo ooo
ooo ooo
oooo oo
Now he made himself a home
Under a big red door
Down below the docks
Amongst the beggars and whores
But when he would sing
People couldn't do no thing
But listen to the rythym of his pine six string
A crowd of people gathered round
Their jaws on the ground
Who was this young boy just sleepin on the ground
But when he would sing
People couldn't do no thing
But listen to the rythym on his pine six string
and now no ooo oo
ooo ooo
oh oo oo ooo ooo
ah ba buh boo
bah duh bah do bah duh boo
bah duh bah doo bwah
ooo
I'm a simple kind of man
Don't need your diamonds and gold
If money is your worry
You better lighten your load
Just give me six strings
And a big open road
And I'll tell you how to be free | en |
2JdrptIXTn0xLCy3gRVbMx | The Haunted Windchimes | The Devil In You | I've walked a long long way it ain't new
Here I sit face to face with the devil in you
It looks a lot like someone I've spoken to
We were broken together its true
Oh I know how hard to get up when you've fallen
And the roads a little bit rough
and it's you all all alone
ooo oo oooo
all all alone
You know I always feel like giving up
don't you?
And when it gets a little heavy
I almost do
And then I trip I walk I trip I walk
I'll tell the truth
We'll be broken together me and you
Oh I know how hard to get up when you've fallen
And the roads a little bit rough
and it's you all all alone
ooo oo oooo
all all alone
Intsrumental
Tell me
Cause I know that
They can't be the only one that feels so helpless
at night
in the morning light
Oh I know how hard to get up when you've fallen
And the roads a little bit rough
and it's you all all alone
ooo oo oooo
all all alone | en |
6fuSSJyjN2zWC4aLmBncIc | The Haunted Windchimes | Searchin' For the Truth | Hear the might whistle blow within the might wind
Come-a-shakin' down the alleyway to carry me again
I can feel it in my feet and I can feel it in my bones
Jump down turn around I'm headed for the road
Leave my past there behind me and my future right ahead
If I ain't livin' for today I'm better off dead
I'm wanderin'. I'm wanderin', I'm wanderin' just like you
I'm wanderin'. I'm wanderin', I'm wanderin' just like you
Through the Rocky Mountains to the Mississippi water
Through the Appalachian to the north Atlanta border
I can feel it in my feet and I can feel it in my bones
Jump down turn around I'm headed for the road
Leave my past there behind me and my future right ahead
If I ain't livin' for today I'm better off dead
I'm rollin', I'm rollin' I'm rollin down the line
I'm rollin', I'm rollin' I'm rollin down the line
Coast to coast, east to west
Southern Comfort, Milwaukee's Best
I can feel it in my feet and I can feel it in my bones
Jump down turn around I'm headed for the road
Leave my past there behind me and my future right ahead
If I ain't livin' for today I'm better off dead
I'm searchin', I'm searchin', I'm searchin' just like you
I'm searchin', I'm searchin', I'm searchin' just like you
I'm searchin', I'm searchin', I'm searchin' for the truth | en |
2yjN5zVZM5Aw8Piem9dCoO | The Haunted Windchimes | Darlin' Love | Darlin' love, oh, oh.
Can't get enough, oh, oh.
Can't seem to resist you,
Not since I met you.
'Cause lately I feel like you're my home.
Oh, oh, I wake up in the morning
And you is gone.
You leave me with a broken heart and all alone
I even try to call you on the telephone
But no one
No one
Nobody's home
Darlin' love, it's been so long
Since you've come knocking at my door.
Can't seem to resist you,
Not since I have met you.
Cause lately I feel like you're my home.
Oh, oh I wake up in the morning
And you is gone.
You leave me with a broken heart and all alone.
I even try to call you on the telephone,
But no one
No one
Nobody's home
I'm down on my knees,
I'm begging you please,
You're the little reason, girl,
That I can't sleep.
No, I need you so bad,
I need you so good,
And if you say you hear me,
Then it's understood
That I needed you
I needed you
I needed you
But you're gone
She said I'm leaving you
I'm leaving you
I'm leaving you
Boy, I'm gone.
Oh I wake up in the morning
And you is gone
You leave me with a broken heart and all alone
I even try to call you on the telephone
But no one
No one
Nobody's home | en |
7LTjQxvMKYPQm0mTFOiecJ | Grandpa's Cough Medicine | Hillbilly Music | Well it's time to do some pickin'
It's time to make some noise
There's nothing I like more
Than playin' music with the boys
And we ain't just whislin' dixie (hell no)
We came to lay it on the line
And if you like hillbilly music
I reckon we'll get along just fine
Well we brought our trusty banjo
and our guitar too
of course we got the doghouse bass
and yeah our grass is blue
And we ain't just whislin' dixie (hell no)
We came to lay it on the line
And if you like hillbilly music
I reckon we'll get along just fine
Ya know some folks call us crazy
And claim that we do drugs (We do)
Well that may be but mostly we get
High on Flatt and Scrugg
And we're down with "Dear Old Dixie",
"Wheel Hoss" and "I Walk the Line"
Yeah we dig hillbilly music
and our buddy's big ol jug of moonshine
Now if you don't care for banjo
If it just don't sit right
Well I gotta tell ya
You're in the wrong damn place tonight
And we ain't just whislin' dixie (hell no)
We came to lay it on the line
But if you love hillbilly music
I reckon we'll get along just fine
Oh show 'em banjo boy.
Well it's time to do some pickin'
so gather round real close
We're Grandpa's Cough Medicine
Come and get yourself a dose
We ain't just whislin' dixie (hell no)
We came to lay it on the line
And if you like hillbilly music
I reckon we'll get along just fine
Yeah if you love hillbilly music
I reckon we'll get along just fine!
end | en |
0Q6avQeOXqnI6eezR0OXCn | Corb Lund | Weight Of The Gun | Sometimes momma, it can feel real heavy when I think of the wrong I have done.
I don't how I can carry this burden, all I feel is the weight of the gun.
The weight of the gun.
And the wrong I have done.
I know this wasn't what you planned for me. Mothers have hopes for their sons.
Along with the shame I have brought to the family, all I feel is the weight of the gun.
The weight of the gun.
And the wrong I have done.
My hands are empty, but my mind is filled with things that cannot be undone.
How many years since I've lifted a pistol, but I still feel the wieght of the gun.
The weight of the gun.
Things that can't be undone.
The weight of the gun.
And the wrong I have done.
Well brass is heavy, and steel is heavy, lead even heavier still.
Heaviest of all is the weight on your soul from the blood of the man you killed.
A concrete cell is especially tough on a boy used to Montana sun.
And the news that you're gone that the warden delivered, makes me long for the weight of the gun.
The weight of the gun.
The Montana sun.
The weight of the gun.
And the wrong I have done.
Well brass is heavy, and steel is heavy, lead even heavier still.
Heaviest of all is the wieght on your soul from the blood of the man you killed. | en |
7996M0unV5zyD2JKmv9BPW | Corb Lund | Washed-Up Rock Star Factory Blues | Well I done a lot a singing about stick it to the man
Today's the day he's gonna stick it right back if he can
Having trouble with authority works better in a song
They're gonna take that job and shove it right back at me all day long
Well my last couple head a records they wasn't hits
And the turnout at my shows well it's been down a little bit
I never thought the party'd ever stop
I never thought I'd punch another clock
Well the foreman said "Hey rock star! Welcome back!"
"Fill out these forms now, we're gonna need your autograph"
Well I remember what I told him when I quit
I remembered, and I cringed a little bit
Well I done a lot a singing about stick it to the man
Today's the day he's gonna stick it right back if he can
Having trouble with authority works better in a song
They're gonna take that job and shove it right back at me all day long
"Well here's your backstage pass to the warehouse boiler room"
That's what he said as he handed me my broom
"Now don't be sittin' down now son it ain't your break time yet"
"I guess you're used to them 75 minute sets"
Well I picked up the pen with the purchase order slips
The boss said "Watch him boys! He's gonna write a hit!"
"You an artist man, ain't no bout a doubt it!"
"So when you paint the back fence be kind of sensitive about it"
Well I done a lot a singing about stick it to the man
Today's the day he's gonna stick it right back if he can
Having trouble with authority works better in a song
They're gonna take that job and shove it right back at me all day long
Well I woke up on the tour bus in a sweat
From about as bad a nightmare as you can get
Well after all maybe these bad guys ain't so bad
Considering the kind of dreams that I just had
And after all maybe this drive don't seem too long
I think I'm gonna work a little harder on these songs
Well I done a lot a singing about stick it to the man
Today's the day he's gonna stick it right back if he can
Having trouble with authority works better in a song
They're gonna take that job and shove it right back on me all day long
Yeah they're gonna take that job and shove it right back at me all day long! | en |
1RID8e84rh4Hh73v2DztOh | Corb Lund | Goodbye Colorado | Goodbye Colorado, goodbye Arizon'
Goodbye Nevada, goodbye New Mexico
God bless the west and Texas yes you know I'll miss you so
But it's goodbye Colorado, boys I'm headed home
Well I've seen miles and miles of beautiful country
Friends I hate to leave
But those northern reaches beckon me
Even as we speak
So it's goodbye Colorado, goodbye Arizon'
Goodbye Nevada, goodbye New Mexico
God bless the west and Texas yes you know I'll miss you so
But it's goodbye Colorado, boys I'm headed home
Well I won't be comin' round much more
I bid you all farewell
Perhaps we may meet up again
On further down the trail
Well it occurs to me before I go
I've one more stop to make
I have some time and after all
How long could one kiss take?
Goodbye Colorado, goodbye Arizon'
Goodbye Nevada, goodbye New Mexico
God bless the west and Texas yes you know I'll miss you so
But it's goodbye Colorado, boys I'm headed home | en |
3EKcFVUJhf3DJfqyYEh5Hx | Corb Lund | Counterfeiters' Blues | He said drink deeply of the wine, my friend, breathe fully in the smoke
and eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that jesus broke
this is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine
i'm smokin shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime
this is not the truth you tell me, but some terrible, evil joke
sounds to me like the counterfeit blues have got you by the throat
There seem to me an awful lot of charltans round here
and hustlers, cheats and anglers, fixers, sharps and mutineers
the factory and subterfuge and corporato cheat
conspire to fast reduce us to the stamping of our feet
the lords of mass producto mass product at quite a pace
it won't be long these counterfeit blues'll run the whole damn place
These notes that you've been paying with are a little bit too green
the printing's off, the ink has got a polyester sheen
your bill has grown too large and now you'll have to work it off
and your snout will have to make its way from the far end of the trough
you got suckered into tryin to make your make your money overnight
looks to me like the counterfeit blues will be doggin you all of your life
The worn out western hat i got no longer smells like horse
and i can't afford to keep one around now that rooster's gone, of course
i guess i've left it all behind me now except for when i write
and sing ancestral praises of the ones who knew that life
yes, years of rocka rolla have extracted quite a fee
maybe them old counterfeit blues have been creepin up on me | en |
1ojcXjTrIUM6KUhSY8YT5b | Corb Lund | Good Copenhagen | Well I partied with some crazy calgary cowgirls
we ripped and snorted, kicked our heels and then
two told me they got olde tyme religion
one says she'll never barrel race again
good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine
I spent some time with texas dave mcdaniel
dippin snuff at nine and drinkin beer by noon
he'd tell me about the bulls he'd rode in waco
by nitefall he'd be howlin at the moon
howlin good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine
Look out for them wranglers out in longview
with the left, back pocket worn out of their jeans
they can get you high up in the rockies
so you ain't never comin' down again
good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine
I knowed about an old alberta oilman
chewed a tin a day till he was ninety two
he passed away a true western original
near the end he liked it sprinkled on his food
he knew that good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine | en |
1NsG360k1xd6TtLTALCMOv | Corb Lund | Five Dollar Bill | I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
But I won't be able to sing it until,
I get hot on the trail for to pick up the track,
Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back.
I first got the five dollars from a Montana man,
When he come across the line with a pistol in his hand,
He said gimme all your money but I got to his first,
And I took his Colts too and the whole first verse.
You see you couldn't buy liquor in the States back then,
So we saddled up the ponies and we loaded up the gin,
Rode underneath the shadow of the grande Old Chief,
To git some northern Rocky Mountain kinda tax relief,
You couldn't count on the cattle when the market got down,
And the veterinary bills to the doctor in town,
Both kids needed shoes and they had to get fed,
And a big old bank lien was over my head.
They wouldn't stop talking about Canadian rye,
Bouquet and the palate and it's crisp and it's dry,
In a Seagrams bottle, tasted mighty top shelf,
I said "well, thank you very much, sir, I cooked it myself",
Of course, that didn't wash with the boys down south,
Judging by the stream of color coming out of their mouth,
Though I can't figure why, cuz from where I stood,
It got 'em just as damn drunk as any store bought would.
Well, he come stormin' cross the border with six or eight guys,
Some damn fool saw fit to deputize,
But there weren't no sheriff nor a marshall in sight,
I guess the lawman was up drinkin' whiskey all night,
He said gimme all your money but I got to his first,
And I took his Colts too and the whole third verse,
But he picked my back pocket, worked the five bucks loose,
I had tucked in behind a can a Copenhagen snoose.
The dirty little double dealing, son-of-a-gun-of-a song stealin',
chicken eatin' thief,
And get my five bucks back. | en |
4mMImBIrubH0aYzHawUf3o | Corb Lund | One Left in the Chamber | There's the one I left unfinished,
there's the one I can't explain
There's the one in Colorado,
the one I wish I had again
There's the one I broke too easy,
there's the one I couldn't break
There's the one I took too much of,
there's all the shit I couldn't take
There's the one I ended up in,
the one that ended all too soon
And the one left in the chamber oughta do
There's the one that was a long shot,
there's the one that didn't pay
There's the one that kept me waiting till it cost too much to play
There's the one that kept me guessing,
the one whose name I just can't say
There's the one I couldn't lose and then I lost it anyway
There's the one that should be over now,
the one that should be through
And the one left in the chamber oughta do
There's the one that wouldn't listen, t
here's the one I couldn't hear
There's the one I took for granted,
the one that up and disappeared
There's the one I think I learned from, the one I taught what not to do
There's the one I had to weather whether not I wanted to
There's the one I should've walked away from and come right to you
And the one left in the chamber oughta do
There's the one I should've walked away from and crawled right back to you
And the one left in the chamber oughta do
The one left in the chamber oughta do | en |
1L2yJZU8E4sV8TBkrFAvHx | Corb Lund | The Oils Back In Town | They got the Coliseum rockin' and they're making quite a din
Singin' "here we go Oilers, here we go" again
There ain't no louder building than the house of ninety-nine
Got the echoes of the dynasty a burnin' in their minds
You better cheer 'em on, they're the roughest necks around.
'Cause it's hockey night in Edmonton, the Oil's back in town, yeah!
Skatin' quick and passin' pretty, fastest ice around the league
The goalie stacks 'em up and makes a save you can't believe
Elbows in the corners and she's getting kinda rough
But I know we've got some boys that ain't afraid to drop the gloves
You better cheer 'em on, they're the roughest necks around
'Cause it's hockey night in Edmonton, the Oil's back in town, yeah!
All they got is broken noses, missin' teeth and blackened eyes
Beards and blood and guts and stitches keepin' playoff hopes alive
And the spirit of the boys from the Eighties in their eyes
Come on and say it with me, say it "Five cups, five!"
You better cheer 'em on, 'cause they're better than the rest
They got the blue and orange colours of the Oilers on their chests, yeah!
Well, I got me a couple tickets, take my baby to the game
'Cause the road trip's over, winnin' every game away
Don't really need my radio, but bring it anyway
Catch the skipper, Roddy Phillips, call the play-by-play
You better cheer 'em on, they're the roughest necks around
'Cause it's hockey night in Edmonton, the Oil's back in town. | en |
3LpDElzuMDP1j4DhahQMze | Corb Lund | Horse Doctor, Come Quick | Veterinary surgeon, horse doctor come quick
'Cause the old bitch whelped and the puppies took sick
Bring your little black bag with the medicines in
Bring the tranq and the crank and the penicillicin
Well I know you been busy pullin' all them calves
But you got somethin' that the other vets don't have
Veterinary surgeon, horse doctor come quick
Whatever you got's really doin' the trick
Bring your little black bag with the medicines in
Bring the tranq and the crank and the penicillicin
Bring some for my sow, bring some for my ewe
For my jill, for my cow, bring some for me too
Veterinary surgeon, horse doctor come quick
A dip and a drench, a mineral lick
Bring your little black bag with the medicines in
Bring the juice and the bute and the buprenorphin'
Of any other cure I like your remedy most
And what you keep in your mind when you measure the dose
Well I'm just a layman, I'm not like you
I ain't never been taught, I ain't never been schooled
I never spent 5 long years down east
Learning everything about the bird and the beast
I'm just a layman, I'm not like you
I can't diagnose nothin', ain't got no clue
Well I'm just a layman, I'm not like you
Well I'm just a layman, I'm not like you
Well I'm just a layman, I'm not like you
But whatever she got, I caught the same thing too
Yeah, whatever she caught, I caught the same thing too
Veterinary surgeon, horse doctor come quick
Draw the syringe and give it a flick
Bring your little black bag with the medicines in
Bring the tranq and the crank and the penicillicin
Well I'm just a layman, I'm not like you
But I can read on the bottle, I can read on the tube
Yeah, I can read on the bottle, I can read on the tube
"For human use this has not been approved" | en |
6h64ornDPZXTplJjNK7XOl | Corb Lund | Steer Rider's Blues | I got the boy steer rider's blues
I got my name in the rodeo news
I can't explain it to the girls at school
But I think it's pretty damn cool
I won a bunch of buckles by the time I turned fourteen
And still the pretty ladies don't want nothin' to do with me
Last weekend I showed 'em how
They had us on some ornery old cows
I kicked her in the belly once
And she gave me a couple of good jumps
She turned back both ways and they marked me a 73
I hit the ground running and she came hookin' after me
I got the boy steer rider's blues
But it's all gonna be ok
I got the boy steer rider's blues
I'm gonna ride me a bull someday
I got the boy steer rider's blues
I bucked off at Mountain View
But I placed out in Picture Butte
And paid my high school rodeo dues
And it's a good thing too 'cause I was getting pretty damn near broke
I saved all winter just to buy myself a decent rope
I'm borrowin' my old man's spurs
My mom lost track of hers
They're out in the barn someplace
Since she give up on the barrel race
There's some Croketts in the cellar and I think I'm gonna try 'em on
They fit a little big but I tried 'em with a leather thong
I got the boy steer rider's blues | en |
1gTbMm6W8kmROaiwcentec | Corb Lund | A Game in Town Like This | Playin' late night crazy pot size games with the Asian dealers who
With all that tax free money got deeper pockets than I do
I can't fade that kind of action but my name's there on the list
Who would go to Vegas with a game in town like this?
Stuck in chilly morning traffic 'cause I always played too long
Headed north across the bridge and wish'n you were there at home
You used to wake all sleepy headed and ask me if I won
Sometimes I'd just say nothing and now I'm living with what I've done
I'm a losin' lately gambler but that's not all I've ever been
Cuttin' back your losses is just another way to win
The chips were racked and ready and I was standing up to leave
Looked down and caught a diamond queen tuggin' at my sleeve
My bleary, up-all-nighted eyes misread it for a heart
Now the money's gone, it's just past dawn and we're a half world apart
I'm a losin' lately gambler but that's not all I've ever been
Cuttin' back your losses is just another way to win
I sat down with 'em one last time as I passed through months ago
Donated a couple thousand, smiled, stood up and hit the road
With that old familiar empty feelin' of time and treasure lost
The game's the same, ain't nothin's changed except now I know the cost
I'm a losin' lately gambler but I've booked my share of wins
I still see some value there but my edge is pretty thin
I'm a losin' lately gambler but that's not all I've ever been
Cuttin' back your losses is just another way to win
I can't fade that kind of action but my name's there on the list | en |
3UVAITEsqae0J9tQ1cXqux | Corb Lund | Alberta Says Hello | Tell her that Alberta says hello
Tell her I wish she'd come on home
Tell her that I think she'd like the show
Tell her that Alberta says hello
Tell her that the winters are still cold
Tell her I still got the old wood stove
Tell her that the Oilers are scorin' goals
Tell her that Alberta says hello
Tell her I'm glad she's doin' well in Montreal
I talked to Laura, Jon, Kristine and Rich and Paul
It was tough for me to make it through the fall
Without you there beside me through it all
Tell her that I really miss her laugh
And tell her that I'm sick about the past
Tell her what I'd do with one more chance
Tell her that the snow is comin' fast
Tell her I'm glad she's doin' well in Montreal
I talked to Laura, Jon, Kristine and Rich and Paul
It'll be tough for me to make it through the fall
Without you there beside me through it all
Tell her that Alberta says hello
Tell her that I wish she'd come on home
Tell her she'd have really liked the show | en |
1tB6azEZMNNKrIprJfbOUv | Corb Lund | Long Gone to Saskatchewan | Well I'm long gone to Saskatchewan
Long gone to Saskatchewan
Where the gettin's good if you're gettin' gone
I'm gonna put my boots and my hat back on
'Cause I'm long gone to Saskatchewan
Long gone to Saskatchewan
Well it's a hell of a battle to try to raise cattle
In the prettiest place on the hoof
Oil refiners and lot sub-dividers
Got land prices right through the roof
They got value's distorted and my brow's all contorted
With the words that the banker just wrote
Me and the missus, we love the cow business
Took jobs just to keep us afloat
The old lady's a waitress in three different places
And still can't afford her own car
I've been drivin' grader, I'm a smooth operator
Wonderin' where all the gravel roads are
I like Alberta, but dang ain't ya hearda
How much it can cost to buy oats?
I'll always love her and think kindly of her
But I got no money left over for smokes
Well I'm long gone to Saskatchewan
Long gone to Saskatchewan
Where the gettin's good if you're gettin' gone
I'm gonna put my boots and my hat back on
Adios, goodbye, farwell, so long
I'm long gone to Saskatchewan
Long gone to Saskatchewan
She's a little bit flatter but the cows are as fatter
So I think I'm gonna get me a tent
'Cause I can buy up an acre beside a nice lake here
For what it costs me at home to just rent
Sure, the winters are tough and roads get rough
And we might have to feed a bit more
And it's further to ship'em, but damned if it isn't
Good cow country this, that's for sure
I can miss my foothills here and still drink my pilsner
And bitch and complain and surmise
About missin' the mountain, buy hey, look, who's countin'
My place here is five times the size
Well I'm long gone to Saskatchewan
Long gone to Saskatchewan
Where the gettin's good if your gettin' gone
I'm gonna put my boots and my hat back on
Adios, goodbye, farewell, so long
I'm long gone to Saskatchewan
Long gone to Saskatchewan
Now I gotta give honours to Stompin' Tom Connors
For "Roll on Saskatchewan" first
And Hus put his toque on in "Long Gone to the Yukon"
I figured he owed us a verse
But I've been comin' out bringin' my t-shirts and singin'
To my good eastern neighbours so long
And you put up with dumb jokes about your
province and so I figured hey, I owed you a song
Well I'm long gone to Saskatchewan
Long gone to Saskatchewan
Where the gettin's good if you're gettin' gone
Gonna put my boots and my hat back on
Raise my cows like my grand daddy done
Where the birch trees grow and the sharp tail roam
Adios, goodbye, farewell, so long
I'm long gone to Saskatchewan
Long gone to Saskatchewan
Long gone
Long gone | en |
7l3gLZX4afrLm13GGFgekF | Corb Lund | Devil's Best Dress | There is a woman, she lives in the west
She's not the devil, but she wears his best dress
She's quicker than lightning with the iron on her hips
She's quicker than lightning and they say she don't miss
I can't say I love you, I don't hardly know you
They warmed me about you from the start
They said "Don't you cross her,
if you don't want a hole in your heart"
The dress hides a pistol, a top-break Schofield I think
Not that it matters when you're outdrawn in a blink
She builds her own cartridge, it's a wildcatted load
With a wadcutting bullet for a blood letting wound
I can't say I love you, I don't hardly know you
They warned me about you from the start
They said "Don't you cross her,
if you don't want a hole in your heart"
I can't say I love you, I don't hardly know you
They warned me about you from the start
They said "Don't you cross her,
if you don't want a hole in your heart"
There is a woman, she lives in the west | en |
4StWhARfytSzjoIak1g4fL | Corb Lund | The Only Long Rider I Know | He might have needed a longer look
He might have read an old Tschiffely's book
The truth will come with ten thousand miles in the saddle
He's seen a few good years
Between criollo ears
And all he knows is the trail goes on and on
He's the only one I know
Pure as the driven yayo
Drifting past the ghosts of Mancha and Gato
He's stacked a few good hopes
From the Andean eastern slopes
And all he knows is the trail goes on and on
And he's the only long rider I know
And he's the only long rider I know
I'd kinda like to take his place
Issuing a long-reined equine grace
Saddle tramping the world on the wind like a stranger
He's he'd a few good tears
Between criollo ears
And all he knows is the trail goes on and on
And he's the only long rider I know
And he's the only long rider I know
I think I seen him in the second row
At some forgotten UK show
And god knows that's a long long way from the saddle
The whispering that he hears
Between criollo ears
And all he knows is the tale goes on and on
It goes on and on
And he's the only long rider I know
He's the only long rider I know
Yeah he's the only long rider I know
He's the only long rider I know | en |
6tSyNAhmWGXzHSg6MjqvsZ | Corb Lund | Chinook Wind | I was born with the Chinook wind howlin in my ears
That Rocky Mountain gusty shit, it dried me out for years
Way back I think my grandpa had a rope horse by that name
All I know is, God, here comes that old west wind again
There's lotsa kinds of problems and there's lotsa kinds of pain
Some will sweat the blazing sun and some rot in the rain
Here we got the Chinook wind a blowin' every day
It's gonna send the good dirt east and leave a terrible migraine
Let her blow, let her blow
Whisper me things that I don't know
Let her blow, let her blow
Let her blow away illusions like she melts the driftin' snow
There comes a time I stood my ground and said I've had my fill
Of that moisture sucking west wind roarin' in off them hills
Before it flew me crazy I let it carry me away
They told me, "Son you ain't the first, that breeze will
Drive a man insane"
Let her blow, let her blow
Whisper me things that I don't know
Let her blow, let her blow
Let her blow away illusions like she melts the winter snow
If you need me you can find me here waitin' on a change
Staring at the distance and askin' what it takes
To make that old Chinook turn back and blow the other way
And maybe if I'm lucky have it blow me home again | en |
56m8AHjaaa85TV6Zxysfv7 | Corb Lund | This Is My Prairie | This is my prairie, this is my home
An' I'll make my stand here, and I'll die alone
Well, they can drill, an' they can mine on my smouldering bones
This is my prairie, this is my home
The water is poison, my calves are all dead
My children are sick and the aquifer's bled
They want a big pipeline, right thru Pop's grove
But this is my prairie, this is my home
I can't blame the riggers, or the guys drivin' truck
For feedin' their families and makin' a buck
But take a close look, at the stock that you own
'Cause this is my prairie, an' this is my home
I don't got the money that lawyers can buy
I don't got my own government's laws on my side
But I got this old rifle that my granddaddy owned
And this is my prairie, this is my home
Well, this is my prairie, this is my home
An' I'll make my stand here, and I'll die alone
Well they can drill they can mine on my mouldering bones
This is my prairie, this is my home | en |
4ZJGBmXjyelnQNfIMBFqbM | Corb Lund | Lament For Lester Cousins | Lester Cousins left his brothers on a work truck filled with others
'Cause his father'd left his mother years ago
And Lester's mother took in lovers
to feed and clothe his younger brothers
So at thirteen years our Lester chose to go
Men introduced him to hard labour, moving earth and stacking hay
Were all the options that were open to the boy
And the same men showed our Lester Lady Luck's appeal and blessed her
With a trusting young disciple to enjoy
With the gamblin' came the drinkin' and the cocaine and the sinkin'
That accompanies a man who's falling down
And pretty soon the fightin' and the whoring every night
And pills and losing left his spirit on the ground
Well there comes a time when even hardened men need to believe in
Something more and look within and be afraid
When a particularly rough night
took his friend in one more knife fight
For the first time in his hard life Lester prayed
Lester now, Lester now,
keep it together, we all want to see you succeed
Lester now, Lester now, hold it together,
'cause your goodness is what the world needs
Lester now, Lester now,
keep it together and don't lose that spirit of yours
And for the sake of us all, Lester,
try not to fall with the weight of the world at your door
And for the sake of us all, Lester,
try not to fall with the fate of the world on the floor
And for the sake of us all, Lester,
try not to fall with the hate of the world as your whore
Well God led Lester to a lady who was finally worth the wait
He bought a ring and changed his ways and settled down
And he farmed his forty acres, raised a daughter, loved his Maker
Loved his wife and earned respect all through the town
Hard at work and clean and sober fifteen years come this October
All the vices of his past had disappeared
Very little did he know then that the young, out of control men
That his mother'd learned to dread would reappear
Well his life and home were
shattered and his wife and daughter battered
When the kind he knew so well came back around
An incontainable aggression induced Lester to regress and
Coldly murder those who'd raped the love he'd found
It didn't take them long to find him or convict him or confine him
To a cell block full of wounded prisoner doom
Because despite his mother's will, her Lester Cousins was a killer now
Who'd never live to leave the jailer's tomb | en |
3zX4FkubxYZFQd9CHMtd5l | Corb Lund | The Horse I Rode In On | The show was a big one, an olde rodeo
They'd been trying to hire us for a few years or so
The grandstand was bursting, the infield was full
They'd run all the chucks and they'd bucked all the bulls
I felt stiff in the saddle, had been a year since I'd rode
And I'd never been on him save an afternoon lope
But this was the last thing on my tortured mind
As I put heels to belly and my band played the time
He was a big sorrel gelding with a golden streaked mane
A silver mounted saddle and hand braided reins
He had one blue eye that was clear like the rain
But the horse I rode in on felt none of my pain
Well we made quite an entrance in show business style
And twelve thousand people all witnessed my smile
But you were not there among them I'm sorry to say
As I rode through the crowd toward the big outdoor stage
If my pony was skittish with all the people around
And if he spooked just a little when the spotlight shone down
It's nothing compared to the heart break and pain
That come with a love that has withered in vain
So we played through the show and like I always do
I sang every one of the love songs for you
Then I climbed right back on him and I spurred him away
And as the cheers and the dust from the arena did fade
I didn't feel like no cowboy anymore, anyway | en |
5YbzQ0vGIf2oUgEefNC7Oo | Corb Lund | A Leader On Losing Control | I tried my best to stop them, yes, I tried to make them wait
And I appealed to their decency show mercy on this day
I issued them strong orders on pain of death and disarray
But in the end they would not listen and raised their lances anyway
Men of no account they were, their breeding crude and low
With not a trace of wisdom, Grace or virtue in their souls
Yet trained them long and hard I did to bend them to the crown
To act as tools of justice, follow edict handed down
You see these were not militia men, a-fighting for their homes
Nor fathers, sons nor husbands, sire, but foreigners on loan
Mercenary killers, career soldiers to a man
Lashing out with vengeance one cannot accept or understand
I could not instill the discipline 'twas duty to inspire
And they responded in the end to instincts of the basest kind
Now on my knee before you here, I drop my eyes in shame
Albeit little consolation take my head for I'm to blame
O, so spoke the leader on losing control | en |
6Rg7qIJQkb04BVaJ6u0mm3 | Corb Lund | Hard On Equipment (Tool For The Job) | He's been roundin' off bolts since the age of fourteen
Was that a five eighths or a nine sixteenths?
He's got a metric socket that don't quite fit
Well it'll wiggle just a little but it ain't quite stripped
The safety guard's gone from his grinding machine
He got a stiff paint brush he only kinda got clean
He's the hired man, my neighbor and a cousin in law
He's a jerry riggin' fool, he got the tool for the job
Well it's vise grips for pliers, and pliers for a wrench
A wrench for a hammer, hammers everything else
It just don't seem to make much difference
I sure do like him but he's hard on equipment
I sure like you son, but you're hard on equipment
His corners ain't square and his floor ain't level
And he's always had trouble with the old tape measure
His doors don't close 'cause the jamb ain't plumb
And he's a Goddamn menace with an air nail gun
They love to see him comin' at the lumberyard store
Fixed the leak in his roof with a two by four
Drilled holes in his boards with the wrong kinda bit
And when they don't line up he blames the government
He got the whole front yard full of fix 'em up cars
Three don't run and the rest won't start
Everything's fine with his rebuilt motor
Except of course for the couple spare parts left over
Baler wire tie downs goin' down the road
On two bald tires and an oversize load
He ain't never read a manual 'cause that's like cheatin'
He don't mind a little grease on his hands while he's eatin'
He's got busted up knuckles, his thumb got bruised
Jesus Christ was a carpenter, too | en |
6udjsZ2dlhwgXFhF5GugqN | Corb Lund | Family Reunion | Family reunion, she's gonna be a good one
So lemme bend your ear, the clan's all here for the family reunion
Well my cowboy uncles sing cowboy songs
And they get drunk and the words get wrong
My Blackfoot cousins say they're comin' this year
Well I hope they do and I hope they bring beer
You got the Mormons and the drinkers and the Mormons who drink
Well pay attention 'cause it ain't as simple as you think
They say there's some that don't believe in either
But I ain't seen 'em yet and my pa ain't neither
Well then I run into my favourite aunt
And she says "Corb, you still playin' in that band?
Well, I guess as long as you're havin' fun
And you make a little money but we're prayin' for ya, son"
There's a whole lotta cousins that I ain't met yet
So you can imagine the shock I get
There's one of them I think I mighta dated back in school
But that's all right, in Alberta that's cool | en |
5WjRrUITSQZTkeW8TOEHqb | Corb Lund | Especially A Paint | There's something about horses, especially a paint
Whenever I see horses it reminds me of what I ain't
'Cause I am not your lover now and I may never be
But with a couple pinto ponies how things go we'll have to see
'Cause they're hitched outside to the
rail right now and their silver jangles free
And the saddlebags are snugged right down, sugar, ride away with me
There's something about horses, especially a paint
Whenever I see horses I see a sadness in their face
I was raised with the West around, enough to hum the tune
But I never knew the place like the
old boys did chinooked and mountain viewed
'Cause this was all a cathedral then and the cowboys, they all knew
That you can't keep a loop on paradise but she disappeared so soon
She disappeared so soon
There's something about horses, especially a paint
Whenever I see horses I see a path I didn't take | en |
5WWVBeoBJ54Nq1JYe5m9T9 | Corb Lund | My Saddle Horse Has Died | My saddle horse has died and no one was in time
To save him or to reach me with the
news that I'm without a mount to ride
My saddle horse has died
My saddle horse has died and no one can provide
The slightest bit of reason to encourage me to go on with this life
My saddle horse has died
My saddle horse has died and with him goes my pride
For without a charging steed beneath
me I can hardly call myself a knight
My saddle horse has died
My saddle horse has died
My saddle horse has died and I am sick inside
With thoughts of armies infidel attacking when I cannot join the fight
My saddle horse has died and I am sick inside
With thoughts of heathen victories
unfolding when I have been left behind
My saddle horse has died | en |
3tKsETHTyEsmD7ly4Ts3Oj | Corb Lund | Hair In My Eyes Like a Highland Steer | Full growed porcupine dead on the road
it'll take a big ox, son, to carry that load
i got checked out by a blonde, young heifer
she says she might wanna but i ain't gonna let er
Hair in my eyes like a highland steer
spring in my step like a white tailed deer
hitch in my hip like an old sheep dog
puff up my chest like a big bull frog
Socks on my feet like a true paint hoss
belt round my belly like a galloway cross
built a barn outta straw for to not pay rent
the thing blew over like a cheap green tent
Hair in my eyes like a highland steer
spring in my step like a white tailed deer
hitch in my hip like an old sheep dog
puff up my chest like a big bull frog
Yodel-ay.
Smoke in the barbed wire, posts on fire
anybody seen my lucky fencing pliers?
they didn't cost nothin cuz they come with the truck
and old uncle hugh's still bringing me luck
Hair in my eyes like a highland steer
spring in my step like a white tailed deer
Hair in my eyes like a highland steer
spring in my step like a white tailed deer
Hair in my eyes like a highland steer
spring in my step like a white tailed deer
hitch in my hip like an old sheep dog
puff up my chest like a big bull frog | en |
79jG8YzRk2sVFqEgJNETYt | Corb Lund | Always Keep An Edge On Your Knife | Never put your hat on the bed, son, never put your hat on the bed
'Cause if your hat's on the bed you might wake up dead
So don't ya never put ya hat on the bed
And if you do be sure it's upside down,
son, if you do be sure it's upside down
'Cause if there's any doubt, it keeps the luck from runnin' out
So if you do be sure it's upside down
Never throw a match when it's dry,
son, never throw a match when it's dry
Don't you never throw a match 'cause the grass might catch
And burn three counties when it's dry
Always keep an edge on your knife,
son, always keep an edge on your knife
'Cause a good sharp edge is a man's best
hedge against the vague uncertainties of life
Yes, a good sharp edge is a man's best
hedge against the uncertain vagaries of life
But I never could sharpen no knife, like the one who gave the advice
And I never could sharpen no blade, quite the way he sayed
Yodel-ay
Never sell the old .22, son, never sell the old .22
Cause the old .22's shot a gopher or two
So don'tcha never sell the old .22
Aim it to the left, a little low,
son, aim it to the left, a little low
'Cause the old iron sight fires high and to the right
So aim it to the left, a little low
Always tip the glass when you pour
son, always tip the glass when you pour
'Cause if you don't tip the glass, well the foam, it comes fast
And runs from the table to the floor
Always put your horse away dry, son, always put your horse away dry
'Cause a hot, wet horse ain't healthy of course
So always put your horse away dry
And be sure to thaw the bit when it's cold,
son, be sure to thaw the bit when it's cold
'Cause if you don't thaw the bit then your pony's tongue sticks
To the frozen, metal bridle when it's cold
Never judge a man by his clothes,
son, never judge a man by his clothes
You gotta look through the dirt and, lord, judge him by his work
Don'tcha never judge a man by his clothes | en |
2QBMcaGMkijiSQlhi66M3K | Corb Lund | The Rodeo's Over | The Rodeos's Over
The Folks Have Gone home
and the cowboys
are all down the road
well boys it was a good one
we kicked a hole in the sky
and even them rank ones got rode
it was as wild as they come
and it was all mighty western
and none of us thought it could end
we finished a dip with a bang and a whisper
and now i must leave you my freind
we may do it again
in some future season
but somehow it won't be the same
cause our draws they'll be diffrent
and our injurys will have healed
and its likley the weather will change
o take from the lessons
and be glad for the memorys
of the days that we rode in the sun
cause after today
there ain't no man can claim
that we didn't have us a good run
so burn all the blankets
and dry all the tears
cause we can always
go further out west
and i'll meet you out there
in the vastness some where
i swear it
but first
i must rest
The Rodeos's Over
The Folks Have Gone home
and the cowboys
are all down the road | en |
47iDW9zipXBAwe4TY23m1B | Corb Lund | Hurtin' Albertan | A dually diesel pullin hard with a horse trailer in tow
montana side of sweet grass and i'm headed home
trophy buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn out saddle horn
bareback riders and teamropers, huskin taber corn
the roads get better every time i cross north of forty nine
well i tip my hat and it's good to be back across the medicine line
Hurting albertan with nothing more to lose
too much oil money, not enough booze
east of the rockies and west of the rest
do my best to do my damnedest and that's just about all I guess
Them windy b.c. mountain passes finally flatten out
hairpin turns and pst got my heart up in my throat
it's hairy haulin horses up across the great divide
and them wild chilcotin buckaroos, they sure know how to ride
the roads get better every time i cross that british columbia line
i tip my hat and it's good to back across the kickin horse line
Well saskabush is pretty, yup she's pretty flat
and lord knows i'm a prairie boy so I'm pretty used to that
but farmers facin off with gophers, man it ain't the same
as bein home at the saddledome for the oilers at the flames
the roads get better every time i cross that saskatchewan line
I tip my hat and it's good to be back on mountain standard time | en |
5RkCCI1XFpSZSOhxOPfZ3I | Corb Lund | Little Foothills Heaven | It's my little foothills heaven on that northern rocky range
my favoriite place to be, and mister that ain't gonna change
and i pray to old chief mountain I'll be back again someday
just in time for you to hear me say
it's my little foothills heaven on that northern rocky range
and I hope that I'll get back again someday
I can see down to montana on a clear and sunny day
and i just may ride down there with my honey for the day
if there's trouble at the border I'll say 'hey well that's ok'
cuz I'd just as soon be back home anyway
to my little foothills heaven on that northern rocky range
and i hope that i'll get back again someday
Yodel-ay
There's a bar-x on the rib of every critter you can see
and their coats are slick and shiny in the sun, just like you please
as they graze up toward valhalla you can almost hear them now
sayin 'it don't get much better for a cow'
than a little foothills heaven on that northern rocky range
and I hope that i'll be back again someday
My momma's daddy's daddy picked the spot and picked it well
and when i'm tired of all this rockin rollin beatin me to hell
well out on the back quarter there's a cabin waitin there
where my little gal and i can keep the world out of our hair
at my little foothills heaven on that northern rocky range
and I hope that I'll be back again someday | en |
3q5syrq3FHQW1eAgFrCI7J | Corb Lund | Time to Switch to Whiskey | Well I like a full bodied lager as much as the next hardworkin' man
The taste of suds while dealin Stud, I can surely understand
Trucker's speed and yes indeed, it's nearly gettin' light,
It's time to switch to whiskey, we've been drinkin' beer all night.
You can fish for bass and cut your grass and drink that purple gas,
Sure enough, but the powerful stuff that'll knock you on yo' ass
Like diesel fuel, nobodies fooled, don't wanna get left behind
It's time to switch to whiskey we've been drinkin' beer all night
It's time to switch to whiskey we've been drinkin' beer all night,
We're all half dead and them that's left is spoilin' for a fight,
Well who'da thunk we'd quit drinkin' drunk
The boys don't spare the rye,
It's time to switch to whiskey we've been drinkin beer all night
I've been splittin 8's and hittin my
Straights, in the card rooms of the world
Chasin' skirt and gettin' hurt, but now I gotta card playin' girl,
Man she gets excited when the deal don't come out right,
It's time to switch to whiskey, we've been drinkin' beer all night.
It's time to switch to whiskey we've been drinkin' beer all night,
We're all half dead and them that's left is spoilin' for a fight,
Well who'da thunk we'd get jackass drunk
The boys don't spare the rye,
It's time to switch to whiskey we've been drinkin beer all night
Well I heard it said, that you can get some heat in irish pubs,
Servin jameison's to an orange mud and a bushmills to his cuz,
Here's what you do, with tullamore dew, you can meet us both have way,
It's time to switch to whiskey we've beend rinkin beer all day
T's time to switch to whiskey we've been drinkin' beer all night,
We're all half dead and them that's left is pullin for a fight,
Well who'da thunk we'd quit drinkin' drunk
The boys don't spare the rye,
It's time to switch to whiskey we've been drinkin beer all night
It's time to switch to whiskey we've been drinkin' beer all night.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry | en |
1bQ9QuEbwj7f2VPS9EtwzY | Corb Lund | Daughter Don’t You Marry No Guitar Picker | Sir, I'm a bit nervous
'Bout being here today
Still not real sure what I'm going to say
So bare with me please
If I take up too much of your time,
See in this box is a ring for your oldest
She's my everything and all that I know is
It would be such a relief if I knew that we were on the same side
Very soon I'm hoping that I...
Can marry your daughter
And make her my wife
I want her to be the only girl that I love for the rest of my life
And give her the best of me 'till the day that I die, yeah
I'm gonna marry your princess
And make her my queen
She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen
Can't wait to smile
When she walks down the aisle
On the arm of her father
On the day that I marry your daughter
She's been hear every step
Since the day that we met (I'm scared to death to think of what would happen if she ever left)
So don't you ever worry about me ever treating her bad
I've got most of my vows done so far (So bring on the better or worse)
And till death do us part
There's no doubt in my mind
It's time
I'm ready to start
I swear to you with all of my heart...
I'm gonna marry your daughter
And make her my wife
I want her to be the only girl that I love for the rest of my life
And give her the best of me 'till the day that I die, yeah
I'm gonna marry your princess
And make her my queen
She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen
I can't wait to smile
As she walks down the aisle
On the arm of her father
On the day that I marry your daughter
The first time I saw her
I swear I knew that I'd say I do
I'm gonna marry your daughter
And make her my wife
I want her to be the only girl that I love for the rest of my life
And give her the best of me 'till the day that I die
I'm gonna marry your princess
And make her my queen
She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen
I can't wait to smile
As she walks down the aisle
On the arm of her father
On the day that I marry your daughter | en |
6JYDg4twrG2gROwpuBXGUf | The Hollywood Symphony Orchestra and Voices | What Makes You Stay | Look at me, I'm in a place
I never thought I'd be
Don't have the strength to fight anymore
Or a reason not to leave
So tell me why I still keep holding on
To something I just cannot see
What makes you stay
When your world falls apart?
What makes you try one more time
When it's not in your heart?
At the end of your rope
When you can't find any hope
You still look at him and say
I just can't walk away
Tell me, what makes you stay?
I'm not afraid of living alone
I was alone before he came
I've been in love many times before
But this time's not the same
I've always been the first to say goodbye
Now it's the last thing I can do
What makes you stay
When your world falls apart?
What makes you try one more time
When it's not in your heart?
At the end of your rope
When you can't find any hope
You still look at him and say
I just can't walk away
Tell me, what makes you stay?
When it goes this deep
Feels this strong
I can't convince myself
That this love is wrong
At the end of your rope
When you can't find any hope
You still look at him and say
I just can't walk away
Tell me, what makes you stay?
Tell me, what makes you stay? | en |
54nBALXg17CT3qkTEpzn0T | Animated Classic Films | Journey To The Past - from Anastasia | Heart don't fail me now
Courage don't desert me
Don't turn back now that we're here
People always say
Life is full of choices
No one ever mentions fear
Or how the world can seem so vast
On a journey to the past
Somewhere down this road
I know someone's waiting
Years of dreams just can't be wrong
Arms will open wide
I'll be safe and wanted
Finally home where I belong
Well starting now I'm learning fast
On this journey to the past
Home, love, family
There was once a time
I must've had them too
Home, love, family
I will never be complete until I find you
One step at a time
One hope, then another
Who knows where this road may go
Back to who I was
Onto find my future
Things my heart still needs to know
Yes, let this be a sign
Let this road be mine
Let it lead me to my past
And bring me home
At last | en |
7x5fURXYnxwdy7mENl45h6 | Selecta | Tan Rica | (Selecta, locura, siempre me lía)
(Pero no, no se escucha el beat)
(Ah, ya, ok, ok)
(Solo me escucho a mí)
(Ah, ah, ah)
(¡Oye!)
El culo que me llevé
Ese finde que me mudé
Me recordaba un poquito a ti
Se siente cabrón saber
Que yo nunca te olvidé
Tú ya sabías que iba a ser así
Tú tan tuya
Yo tan mío
Estás tan rica (-tas tan rica)
Tú tan loca
Yo tan frío
¿Quién se explica?, epa
Tengo tu huella en paredes
Tengo el estilo que quieres
Pero yo ya no te tengo a ti (a ti)
Tengo el recuerdo en hoteles
Tengo entendido que vienes
Tengo un viajito a Miami Beach (bitch)
Tú tan loca
Yo tan frío
Estás tan rica ('tas tan rica)
Tú tan tuya
Yo tan mío
¿Quién se explica?, ¡apa!, ¡ah!
Tengo un destino y monedas
Llevo media carretera
Con la manita sacá- por fuera
Nos vemos en la frontera
Y hacemos que esto suceda
Pero que parezca un día cualquiera
Tengo la misma visera
Tengo ese flow que quisieras
Pero no te tengo a ti, morena
Ya te he comido a ti entera
Con to'a la miel en las peras
Pero quien espera, desespera
El culo que me llevé
Ese finde que me mudé
Me recordaba un poquito a ti, (amor)
Se siente cabrón saber (oye)
Que yo nunca te olvidé
Tú ya sabías que iba a ser así
Tú tan tuya
Yo tan mío
Estás tan rica ('tas tan rica)
Tú tan loca
Yo tan yo tan frío
¿Quién se explica?
Tengo tu huella en paredes
Tengo el estilo que quieres
Pero yo ya no te tengo a ti
Tengo el recuerdo en hoteles
Tengo entendido que vienes
Tengo un viajito a Miami Beach | es |
3gaPmz0T5e0zUV64ssZ6eu | Costa | Marginal | A veces me estalla la bomba
A veces me engaña mi sombra
A veces me explota en mis venas y pago con sange todas esas
A veces te ponen en duda yo pienso mejor en ayunas
Seguro me portaré mal si atraco en tu puerta que más
El único hermano que tengo se llama Lawer | es |
5zJC41KQSLWWg9OURxvw2A | Costa | Maradona | Yo, yo fumo goma, yo vendi droga.
Tengo el diploma, por los cajones, un mercadona.
Madrid, Tanger, Amsterdam y Barcelona.
Ya no muevo, yo fumo goma, vendi droga.
Tengo el diploma, por los cajones, un mercadona y en la mesa mas tiros que Maradona.
La guerra por las drogas, es la guerra de clases, y los parias son los camellos que estan en la carcel.
Y la placa es el perro, que tengo el rey de roba, la jueza y el fiscal, berdugos que aprietan la soga.
Un cuchillo en la almohada, soli un ojo cerrado, por ser mi propio jefe zorra y no ser un esclavo.
Antes daba pureza blanca en bolsas y gramos, hoy solo te vendo mi ap, te lo corto en planos.
Tengo mas sentimientos buenos que organos ya sanos, pero el que vende en una esquina siempre es mi hermano.
Yo, yo fumo goma, yo vendi droga.
Tengo el diploma, por los cajones, un mercadona.
Madrid, Tanger, Amsterdam y Barcelona.
Ya no muevo, yo fumo goma, vendi droga.
Tengo el diploma, por los cajones, un mercadona y en la mesa mas tiros que Maradona.
Fueron años jodidos (si) años de estres y tiros, nombres con sangre en la pared (si) y mil sueños perdidos.
Si muerto en la ambicion y si pierdo a un amigo.
Mas de una sobredosis mala, mas de un suicidio, mas de una tuerca rosa, mucho mas que el imsomnio, hoy se te nota to' el odio eres el demonio.
A veces hay que hacer locuras pa' ganar la plata, a veces te nace en tu casa una jodida rata.
A veces soy to' terco pero siempre respeto, mis ojos nunca mienten porque si no estas muerto.
Yo, yo fumo goma, yo vendi droga.
Tengo el diploma, por los cajones, un mercadona.
Madrid, Tanger, Amsterdam y Barcelona.
Ya no muevo, yo fumo goma, vendi droga.
Tengo el diploma, por los cajones, un mercadona y en la mesa mas tiros que Maradona.
Vendi por Madrid, coca y hachis, mandaba paquetes, tripis y spid.
Apesta, placa, rapta, ratas, soplo, pata, armado en la cata.
Tiro de seta, botella de queta, traicion y vendetta, chivata, muerta, regalo en la puerta, fumando vadetta, capucha en la sombra, papa vedetta.
Odio, pasion, perros, Babilon, medicina, capon, tigres y ron, manuada y atraco, marron el jaco, tiro y a saco, fumando barraco.
Por mis negros, mis camellos, mis dilers, mis traquetos.
Por mi barrio, mi ghetto, por mis chindes, por mis restos, por la pasta, por la chocha, por la plata, por la roca, por el oro, por la mota, por los euros, por la droga.
Yo, yo fumo goma, yo vendi droga.
Tengo el diploma, por los cajones, un mercadona.
Madrid, Tanger, Amsterdam y Barcelona.
Ya no muevo, yo fumo goma, vendi droga.
Tengo el diploma, por los cajones, un mercadona y en la mesa mas tiros que Maradona. | es |
2w3Hv8vIk0bXo5j0ZAFYia | Costa | Inmortal | Crecí en la calle en la ciudad allí en los arrabales
pero en Madrid yonquis y bares, pan con calamares
quemar sudores, ver sabores, muerte y sus olores
el amor baja es la marea que vacía los mares.
A Dios yo lo maté con Nietzche y eso tú lo sabes
que entre las piernas me cuelgan un par de arsenales
vacío caudales, dos morales, puntos cardinales
y que nos corten la cabeza, somos inmortales
si a la primera arcada, miro el reloj se para
y el ocaso del verano se murió en tu cama
si no recuerdo que es dormido, no son semanas
son cien años de estar sin ti, sentencia ya firmada.
Coge mi espada, sangre y fuego esqueleto guerrero
mi piel aguanta navajazos dura como el cuero
a veces pienso que estoy vivo, yo estoy muerto
ni me duermo ni me despierto, vendo mi cuerpo
en la guerra soy el sargento deformando el tiempo
solo revivo por tus ojos y por Madrid centro
mis noches son la tempestad que nunca tiene calma
y por el día soy como un tigre dentro de una jaula
no pierdo el aura, fumo duro, cazo de esta fauna
mi amor no doy calor, yo soy una jodida sauna
si me he cebado del pecado y ya me he intoxicado
tomo rayitos soy un payaso que está mal pintado
que todo lo que amo, presa y bestia en las manos
si nos gustamos nos follamos, hoy nos reventamos
y si te pasas de esta línea, chichi nos pegamos
amor en micras y por gramos, amor de gitanos
soy mi jefe y mi destino el árbol del camino
y otra noche en trombocid en tu piel yo firmo
vivo sangrando cada línea y letra que te digo
ya nunca escribo, sólo afirmo, sólo te abro el grifo
si se vacía la sala y el cielo ya se calla
cuando el telón ya se ha bajado y solo ya hay butacas
cuando termino mi actuación y espero otra función
cuando la ansiedad me corroe, crear mi adicción
cuando las luces se han callado no te he olvidado
cuando llueve sobre mojado y mi alma se ha empapado
cuando todo va mal y solo hay diazepam
pasadme el micro, darle al on que yo soy inmortal. | es |
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