Lone Wolf - Claymore & Mike Mass: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Lone Wolf

Claymore & Mike Mass

Hip-Hop/Rap2021

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Lone Wolf è stato pubblicato il 11 settembre 2021 da Wave Theory/Claymore Industries come parte dell'album Mass Effects 2

AlbumMass Effects 2

11 settembre 2021

EtichettaWave Theory/Claymore Industries

LinguaEnglish

BPM162

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

PANORAMICA

TESTI

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(verse 1: Claymore)

Find me standing beneath the shade of a withered tree

Cold wind blowing through my jacket, it left me shivering

Ain't nothing new, feeling jaded, with faded memories

Heard it in the air, and it said that it's either him or me//

So thus, i play this role as an All-American menace

Spitting this for all of those who never was winners

Certified losers doomed and left, defenseless

For those who feeling down and out, but never was finished//

I tried being humble and patient, it won't last

When these raindrops on my brain, is making me haul ass

I done stepped in plenty puddles in chasing of more cash

But you don't get, better weather by changing the forecast//

It's, the way that it go, but not the way that it seems

You can’t say you really made it till you making some cream

Swimming in piles of paper like when you raking in leaves

Go to sleep in this reality and you awake in a dream//

Folding old bus tickets trying to ride the “RTA”

Thinking how to make this shit ‘bang’ like onomatopoeia

Spinning round in circles, kinda like a ballerina

**** burnt like gonorrhea, see ya, i won’t wanna be ya//

Pages in my story, kinda difficult to read ‘em

My perspective is so different from my living overseas, bruh

Peace to all my dawgs ain’t let me give up on my dreams, so

When I die, I’m standing up, i can’t live up on my knees, son//

(verse 2: Claymore)

A guy asked I, “can you kick a wicked rhyme?”

I said “Aye”, then I spit the shit, in the nick of time

These rappers chump change like a nickel and a dime

I can see how brothas change for a little bit of shine//

Bitch, I view my brilliant mind as a miracle divine

Ain’t no wine-ing, or sour grapes, keep on dripping from the vine

I’m black and cold-hearted, you can dig me from a mine

My bars are white powder you can sniff up in a line//

It’s not a jot or tittle, though, when I’m hawking up spittle

Like a Batman villain with wits, talking in riddles

A little pissed off ‘cause I keep on walking in piddle

The shit is suffocating, but the sweet talk’s for the pillow//

I’m gathering no moss, but I keep on weeping like willows

So when I’m blowing trees, it don’t mean I’m chiefing the indo

Eat dinner with the sharks but I end up sleeping with minnows

You put your blinders on but I still can see through your windows//

(bridge: Claymore)

I can see myself bigger, though, when I peer up in the mirror

‘Cause the objects in that bitch be nearer than they appearing

I listened to ya disc and I’m not feeling what I’m hearing

So hopefully, my lyrics give some healing to your spirit//

(verse 3: Claymore)

Riding slow down the Vieux Carré

As I marinate in thought, i let you sauté

Je m'appelle Clay, parlez-vous français?

You don't look familiar, y'all not who y'all say//

Got some squares that try to jerk you around in circles like some Jergens

But if a **** try to hurt me, gotta murk him out for certain

Bitch, I did my dirt and had to work behind the curtain

And I had to fight the nerves to strike the urge to find my purpose//

‘Cause I’m a lone wolf in a country of lost hope

Lotta **** say they fire, but none of them want smoke

Trials and tribulations be leaving my heart broke

Might be another corpse, at the end of a long rope//

Probably pop a boner from the shit, call it angel lust

I lie still like roadkill, I’m getting mangled, crushed

Heavy on my brain, feel this pain, the shit is dangerous

Compassion in my heart just the same, but shit, i hate to love//

When nobody recognise my True, Value, no hardware

Nail in the coffin, screws loose, i ain’t all there

Wise man said, in love and war, shit is all fair

I told my heart to take a long, walk off a short pier//

I thought that i shall not want, like the Lord's Prayer

But shit, I blew, through some thick knots like i comb hair

I mean dough so thick you couldn't fold it like a lawn chair

Lost it, so I gotta recupe, let's get it on, yeah//

Written by: Claymore, Clayton Jones, Mike Mass, Mike O'Halloran

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