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고장난 라디오 2..
곤아저씨 4월 16일 옐로우 몬스.. 5월에 바바라 거리에서 소울 스테디.. 곡 130 | 담기 4 | 추천 0 |
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| 2. |
| 6:51 |
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Now Im in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd Thats you now, hello, ciao, seems that life is great now See me lose focus as I sing to you loud I cant, no, I wont hush, I say the words that make you blush Im gonna sing this now See, Im true, my songs are where my heart is Im like glue, I stick to other artists Im not you, now that would be disastrous Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures See, Im real, I do it all, its all me Im not fake, dont ever call me lazy I wont stay put, give me the chance to be free Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me ‘Cos you need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me. I sing, I write my own tune and I write my own verse, hell Don’t need another wordsmith to make the tune sell Call yourself a singer-writer, youre just bluffing Names on the credits and you didnt write nothing I sing fast, I know that all my shits cool I will blast and I didnt go to BRIT School I came fast with the way I act, right I cant last, if Im smoking on a crack pipe And I wont be a product of my genre My mind will always be stronger than my songs are Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya Always read the stories that you hear in Wikipedia And musically Im demonstrating When I perform live feels like I am meditating Times at The Enterprise when some fella filmed me Young singer-writer like a Gabriella Cilmi ‘Cos you need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me. ‘Cos with the lyrics I’ll be aiming it right, I won’t stop till my name is in lights At stadium heights with Damien Rice, on red carpets, now I’m on Arabian nights Because I’m young I know my brother’s gonna give me advice Long nighter, short height and I’m going hyper Never be anything but a singer-songwriter Yeah, the game’s over but now I’m on a new level Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal People think that I’m bound to blow up, I’ve done around about a thousand shows But I haven’t got a house plus I live on the couch So you believe the lyrics when I’m singing them out From day one, I’ve been prepared, with VO5 wax for my ginger hair So now I’m back to the sofa giving a dose of what the future holds ‘Cos it’s another day, plus I keep my last name forever, keep this genre pretty basic Gonna be breaking into other people’s tunes when I chase it And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift Into another rapper’s shoes using new laces Selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the papers Selling CD’s from my rucksack aiming for majors Nationwide tour with Just Jack, still had to get the bus back Clean-cut kid without a razor for the moustache I hit back when the pen hurts me, I’m still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee I’m still the same as a year ago but more people hear me though According to the MySpace and YouTube videos I’m always doing shows if I’m not I’m in the studio Truly broke, never growing up call me Rufio Melody music maker, reading all the papers They say I’m up-and-coming like I’m fucking in an elevator ‘Cos you need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I don’t need you. 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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| 3. |
| 3:03 |
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Now Im in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd Thats you now, hello, ciao, seems that life is great now See me lose focus as I sing to you loud I cant, no, I wont hush, I say the words that make you blush Im gonna sing this now See, Im true, my songs are where my heart is Im like glue, I stick to other artists Im not you, now that would be disastrous Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures See, Im real, I do it all, its all me Im not fake, dont ever call me lazy I wont stay put, give me the chance to be free Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me ‘Cos you need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me. I sing, I write my own tune and I write my own verse, hell Don’t need another wordsmith to make the tune sell Call yourself a singer-writer, youre just bluffing Names on the credits and you didnt write nothing I sing fast, I know that all my shits cool I will blast and I didnt go to BRIT School I came fast with the way I act, right I cant last, if Im smoking on a crack pipe And I wont be a product of my genre My mind will always be stronger than my songs are Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya Always read the stories that you hear in Wikipedia And musically Im demonstrating When I perform live feels like I am meditating Times at The Enterprise when some fella filmed me Young singer-writer like a Gabriella Cilmi ‘Cos you need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me. ‘Cos with the lyrics I’ll be aiming it right, I won’t stop till my name is in lights At stadium heights with Damien Rice, on red carpets, now I’m on Arabian nights Because I’m young I know my brother’s gonna give me advice Long nighter, short height and I’m going hyper Never be anything but a singer-songwriter Yeah, the game’s over but now I’m on a new level Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal People think that I’m bound to blow up, I’ve done around about a thousand shows But I haven’t got a house plus I live on the couch So you believe the lyrics when I’m singing them out From day one, I’ve been prepared, with VO5 wax for my ginger hair So now I’m back to the sofa giving a dose of what the future holds ‘Cos it’s another day, plus I keep my last name forever, keep this genre pretty basic Gonna be breaking into other people’s tunes when I chase it And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift Into another rapper’s shoes using new laces Selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the papers Selling CD’s from my rucksack aiming for majors Nationwide tour with Just Jack, still had to get the bus back Clean-cut kid without a razor for the moustache I hit back when the pen hurts me, I’m still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee I’m still the same as a year ago but more people hear me though According to the MySpace and YouTube videos I’m always doing shows if I’m not I’m in the studio Truly broke, never growing up call me Rufio Melody music maker, reading all the papers They say I’m up-and-coming like I’m fucking in an elevator ‘Cos you need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I don’t need you. 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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| 4. |
| 5:01 |
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Now Im in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd Thats you now, hello, ciao, seems that life is great now See me lose focus as I sing to you loud I cant, no, I wont hush, I say the words that make you blush Im gonna sing this now See, Im true, my songs are where my heart is Im like glue, I stick to other artists Im not you, now that would be disastrous Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures See, Im real, I do it all, its all me Im not fake, dont ever call me lazy I wont stay put, give me the chance to be free Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me ‘Cos you need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me. I sing, I write my own tune and I write my own verse, hell Don’t need another wordsmith to make the tune sell Call yourself a singer-writer, youre just bluffing Names on the credits and you didnt write nothing I sing fast, I know that all my shits cool I will blast and I didnt go to BRIT School I came fast with the way I act, right I cant last, if Im smoking on a crack pipe And I wont be a product of my genre My mind will always be stronger than my songs are Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya Always read the stories that you hear in Wikipedia And musically Im demonstrating When I perform live feels like I am meditating Times at The Enterprise when some fella filmed me Young singer-writer like a Gabriella Cilmi ‘Cos you need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me. ‘Cos with the lyrics I’ll be aiming it right, I won’t stop till my name is in lights At stadium heights with Damien Rice, on red carpets, now I’m on Arabian nights Because I’m young I know my brother’s gonna give me advice Long nighter, short height and I’m going hyper Never be anything but a singer-songwriter Yeah, the game’s over but now I’m on a new level Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal People think that I’m bound to blow up, I’ve done around about a thousand shows But I haven’t got a house plus I live on the couch So you believe the lyrics when I’m singing them out From day one, I’ve been prepared, with VO5 wax for my ginger hair So now I’m back to the sofa giving a dose of what the future holds ‘Cos it’s another day, plus I keep my last name forever, keep this genre pretty basic Gonna be breaking into other people’s tunes when I chase it And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift Into another rapper’s shoes using new laces Selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the papers Selling CD’s from my rucksack aiming for majors Nationwide tour with Just Jack, still had to get the bus back Clean-cut kid without a razor for the moustache I hit back when the pen hurts me, I’m still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee I’m still the same as a year ago but more people hear me though According to the MySpace and YouTube videos I’m always doing shows if I’m not I’m in the studio Truly broke, never growing up call me Rufio Melody music maker, reading all the papers They say I’m up-and-coming like I’m fucking in an elevator ‘Cos you need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I don’t need you. 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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| 5. |
| 4:30 |
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Now Im in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd Thats you now, hello, ciao, seems that life is great now See me lose focus as I sing to you loud I cant, no, I wont hush, I say the words that make you blush Im gonna sing this now See, Im true, my songs are where my heart is Im like glue, I stick to other artists Im not you, now that would be disastrous Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures See, Im real, I do it all, its all me Im not fake, dont ever call me lazy I wont stay put, give me the chance to be free Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me ‘Cos you need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me. I sing, I write my own tune and I write my own verse, hell Don’t need another wordsmith to make the tune sell Call yourself a singer-writer, youre just bluffing Names on the credits and you didnt write nothing I sing fast, I know that all my shits cool I will blast and I didnt go to BRIT School I came fast with the way I act, right I cant last, if Im smoking on a crack pipe And I wont be a product of my genre My mind will always be stronger than my songs are Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya Always read the stories that you hear in Wikipedia And musically Im demonstrating When I perform live feels like I am meditating Times at The Enterprise when some fella filmed me Young singer-writer like a Gabriella Cilmi ‘Cos you need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me. ‘Cos with the lyrics I’ll be aiming it right, I won’t stop till my name is in lights At stadium heights with Damien Rice, on red carpets, now I’m on Arabian nights Because I’m young I know my brother’s gonna give me advice Long nighter, short height and I’m going hyper Never be anything but a singer-songwriter Yeah, the game’s over but now I’m on a new level Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal People think that I’m bound to blow up, I’ve done around about a thousand shows But I haven’t got a house plus I live on the couch So you believe the lyrics when I’m singing them out From day one, I’ve been prepared, with VO5 wax for my ginger hair So now I’m back to the sofa giving a dose of what the future holds ‘Cos it’s another day, plus I keep my last name forever, keep this genre pretty basic Gonna be breaking into other people’s tunes when I chase it And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift Into another rapper’s shoes using new laces Selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the papers Selling CD’s from my rucksack aiming for majors Nationwide tour with Just Jack, still had to get the bus back Clean-cut kid without a razor for the moustache I hit back when the pen hurts me, I’m still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee I’m still the same as a year ago but more people hear me though According to the MySpace and YouTube videos I’m always doing shows if I’m not I’m in the studio Truly broke, never growing up call me Rufio Melody music maker, reading all the papers They say I’m up-and-coming like I’m fucking in an elevator ‘Cos you need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you You need me, man, I dont need you at all You need me, man, I don’t need you. 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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