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Sims Jong Il
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Sims Jong Il은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2014년 9월 2일일에 Doomtree Records에서 발매되었습니다.Field Notes
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발매일2014년 9월 2일
라벨Doomtree Records
언어English
멜로디에 강한 음악
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
발랑스
춤추기 좋은 음악
에너지
BPM70

뮤직 비디오

뮤직 비디오

크레딧

실연 아티스트
Sims
Sims
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Andrew Sims
Andrew Sims
작사가 겸 작곡가
Plain Ole Arson
Plain Ole Arson
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Plain Ole Arson
Plain Ole Arson
프로듀서

가사

Well I stepped up my cleats on
And that chin music is my theme song
That brush off, that write off, I just use that as a deduction
That mean mugging don’t mean nothing (fuck this sh-)
Hold the line, I play the whole 9
I steal second, I scrape for mine
You can take the signs or you can pay no mind
I’m on the verge, hold the sermon
Like I told the purists, if I played it safe I would’ve sold insurance
So I kill it ’til it’s dead, till it ’til it grows
Get it on the road then tour it ’til it’s old
Like any good crow I never tip toe around a motherfucking straw man
Make me like amen, or god damn, or something
Like money for nothing
In common
I came up on ramen
Nine of us and we’re lining up
And you must be high on that diamond dust
Now I’m grinding out until my time is up
I didn’t come to play games, man I came to win
I get it in then I’m in the wind and I ain’t no average citizen
I ain’t living in that bitter end
I come to stack my dividends and then bounce
I am the chem trail in your easy mac
Sims Jong Il to all you Tumbl’ing amnesiacs
Faking funk and celiacs
Got me out here feeling old on my Holden Caulfield calling phony
I’m from the land of Uncle Ole’s yelling fuck the police
Axel Foley your magic kingdom, leave a mess on your linoleum
In the kitchen with a downgraded Pluto enriching Plutonium
These molly poppers went too based, looking Rob Ford
That ain’t flavor that’s Kool Aid, you’re skating on a long board
I’m taking shots singing C-Murder until I wind up on the floor
Then I’m Hasselhoffing this cheeseburger, call you up around four
I’m Nick Caging this Vegas, I’m lighting up these stages
They say baseless shit to get famous, they're Jim Rome, they’re Skip Bayless
Sunglasses and bail money, my cunning and my homies
We’re running, we’re hungry, you stay praying on some pony
Stay blue Lonely Boy, southsider, outlier, the gasoline to your house fire
And I ride this shit ’til there are no tires
I didn’t come to play games, man I came to win
I get it in then I’m in the wind and I ain’t no average citizen
I ain’t living in that bitter end
I come to stack my dividends and then bounce
Written by: Andrew Sims, Plain Ole Arson
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