Wretch 32

[Wretch 32]
Look, I never fail to turn up my weakness, I supply teachers.
A musical genius I should write speeches
Father forgive me, I sin with the women
Im'a prince with the vision but a king with the written
If the world don't end when I drop my verse,
I'll check myself in and play doctor, nurse.
I married beat, that's a rap with urb- my family, I adopted words.
So there aint no quittering me, ima bring home the bags while im living in T- yeahh
I take sugars but not I make sweet, just a living nightmare or another strange dream
Yeahh that's always about doing it, my chicks there and always I now doing it.
So till the day that I live in the sky, ill make sure that im living on sky.

[Chorus- Chipmunk]
There aint no liar in me, just fire in me
I don't know how to quit, blame the tryer in me
And ive been spitting fire on beats and only now your noticing me?
Naaah, this aint make belief, im'a make you believe
Opening the doors so that everyone can see- Chyeaah
Anytime that me and Wretch are on the beat
Armageddonnnn!

[Chipmunk]
Apply the class that I travel on the plane to my lifestyle,
Business first, the jet's my speed
Compete with whom, my names my league
Right now im tryna win against me, so? I don't mind defeat
I get it on when its crunch time, I let the beat punch and then punch line
Let the single pop when its chart time
A bag of success, bullets loaded
And next year im'a matrix reload it
Let the pricks all tell me who the one is
Not even that I care whos the best,
If I never done well you might have never heard the rest

Might duppy a song with missiorettes
I might hop on stage with JLS
Like whos gunna send for me next
Straight cash cooomee in, I take check.

[Chorus- Chipmunk]
There aint no liar in me, just fire in me
I don't know how to quit, blame the tryer in me
And ive been spitting fire on beats, and only now your noticing me?
Naah this aint make belief, im'a make you believe
Opening the doors so that everyone can see- Chyeaah
Anytime me and Wretch are on the beat
Armageddoonnn!

[Unknown]
Bring out the guns, make sure your ready for whats going down
Bring down the storm, bring down them rain, get underneath them bring down the pain
It doesn't matter, night or day I will love in every way
Its just the fire in me yeahyeaah
And there aint no liar in me

[Chorus]
There aint no liar in me, just fire in me
I don't know how to quit, blame the tryer in me
And ive been spitting fire on beats, and only now your noticing me?
Naah this aint make belief, im'a make you believe
Opening the doors so that everyone can see- Chyeaah
Anytime me and Wretch are on the beat
Armageddoonnn!

das
outdoor50







I Am Not My Hair (Feat. Akon)

India.Arie







Last Time

Trey Songz







I Do

Trey Songz






곡 7 | 담기 1 | 추천 1

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