BRACKETS - J. Cole: 노래 가사, 뮤직 비디오 및 콘서트

BRACKETS

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BRACKETS은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2018년 4월 20일일에 J. Cole P&D에서 발매되었습니다.KOD

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발매일2018년 4월 20일

라벨J. Cole P&D

멜로디에 강한 음악

어쿠스틱 악기 중심

발랑스

춤추기 좋은 음악

에너지

BPM80

개요

가사

크레딧

실연 아티스트

J. Cole

보컬

Grant Green

음원으로 샘플링된 아티스트

리처드프라이어

음원으로 샘플링된 아티스트

작곡 및 작사

J. Cole

작사가 겸 작곡가

Alan Bergman

작곡가

Marilyn Bergman

Marilyn Bergman

작곡가

Quincy Jones

작곡가

리처드프라이어

작곡가

프로덕션 및 엔지니어링

Chris Athens

마스터링 엔지니어

J. Cole

프로듀서

Juro "Mez" Davis

Juro "Mez" Davis

믹싱 엔지니어

가사

[Intro]

Lots of shit happen like being in show business

A lot of shit happens

Like, like I make a lot of money, you know

And I'm really happy about it, I'm not bragging

I just want to say, I make so fucking–, it's ridiculous

But wait, wait a minute, wait

If my father was alive today

I would go home and say

"Dad, I'ma tell you how much money I make"

You know what he would say?

"You's a lying motherfucker

Joe Louis didn't make that much money

Coming here to–, get you ass out the house

Coming with that bullshit"

[Verse 1]

**** hating on me, I ain't used to that

Know a couple people wanna shoot for that

I say no, no, no, chill it, ain't no need for that

Them **** tryna blow and they need me for that

And if it work for them, well shit, I'm cool with that

Plus how they feel, I ain't got shit to do with that

I just sit back on cool and watch my paper stack

And trip off how much bread them crackers take from that

[Refrain]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]

It's been a long time since I have felt this way

About something, but now, but now

I'm controlling my mind, the days are warm

The nights are cool, the lost is found, I'm found

Lord knows I need something to fill this void

Lord knows I need something to fill this void

Lord knows I need something to fill this void

Lord knows I need something to fill this void

[Verse 3]

Hell yeah, boy, I'm a got-damn millionaire now

Hell yeah, ****, **** can't tell me shit now, boy

Hell, no, fuck that

Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' million-dollar check

****, I'm lit, boy, you crazy as hell

Hold up, it's my phone real quick

It's my Unc, Uncle Sam and shit

Wassup Unc!

Yup, hell yeah

I told you that check was coming in, I got you

Came in, goddamn, I'm a man of my word

Goddamn, I told you I'ma have it

And goddamn I'ma have it for you, shit, damn right

Well how much, how much was it though?

Huh? Huh? Half? Half?

****, you crazy boy

You crazy as a–, bitch, you crazy as fuck

Bitch, bitch, you better suck half my dick!

[Verse 4]

I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit don't make sense

Where do my dollars go, you see lately I ain't been convinced

I guess they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools

But my **** barely graduate, they ain't got the tools

Maybe 'cause the tax dollars that I make sure I send

Get spent hiring some teachers that don't look like them

And the curriculum be trickin' 'em, them dollars I spend

Got us learning 'bout the heroes with the whitest of skin

One thing about the men that's controlling the pen

That write history, they always seem to white-out they sins

Maybe we'll never see a Black man in the White House again

I write a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim, damn

Do I even have a say 'bout where it's goin'?

Some older **** told me to start votin'

I said, "Democracy is too fuckin' slow"

If I'm giving y'all this hard-earned bread, I wanna know

Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it's 2018

Let me pick the things I'm funding from an app on my screen

Better that than letting whack congressmen I've never seen

Dictate where my money goes, straight into the palms

Of some money hungry company

That make guns that circulate the country

And then wind up in my hood makin' bloody clothes

Stray bullet hit a young boy with a snotty nose

From the concrete, he was probably rose

Now his body froze and nobody knows what to tell his mother

He did good at the white man schools, unlike his brother

Who was lost in the streets all day, not using rubbers

So right now he got two on the way

Still sleep on covers in his momma house

She can't take this shit no more, she want him out

On the morning of the funeral just as she's walking out

Wiping tears away, grabbing her keys and sunglasses

She remembered that she gotta file her taxes, damn

[Outro]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Written by: Alan Bergman, J. Cole, Marilyn Bergman, Quincy Jones, Richard Pryor

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