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Please
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Please foi lançado em 25 de outubro de 2010 por High Focus Records como parte do álbum Rinse Out Friday / Spack Out Monday
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Data de lançamento25 de outubro de 2010
SeloHigh Focus Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM88

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Jam Baxter
Jam Baxter
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Jam Baxter
Jam Baxter
Composição
Naive
Naive
Composição

Letra

Look, I ain't stupid (nah)
And they ain't MCs, you know who I'm talking about
And they ain't MCs, so heads please
Why you wanna nerdify the scene
'cause you heard some brehs kill it and it turned your mind to green?
Turds in my latrine, clawing at the sides
Lurk in my machine, snorkel in my mind
I was talking to the flies on a warm summer's day
So you can chalk up a storm 'cause I walk unafraid
Cuz I smelt Hell, and them days I never felt well
Shells fell from the skies, blind, I would yell help
It never came, but the day I stop breathing's
The day I stop screaming, today I'm not leaving
My chamber pots leaking liquid animosity
Swill a can of horrors and I piss it back as honesty
Distilling like laboratory, swimming in the test-tubes
Head glued to the mirror picking at the flesh wounds
So please, why you wanna spit like a neek?
Just let your life drift in the breeze
Punch-drunk off of one fucking beer
Or just under the thumbs of some dumb puppeteer pulling strings
Looking at your life, and it's grim
Straight butchering the mind of a kid
Sat sipping slit limbs from a chalice, like the crimson molasses
In your fictional palace now
I ain't an idiot (naw)
Maybe I kinda am
Maybe I'm living my life tied to a cider can
Mind my saliva gland, flood a fickle sand-scape
A rampage of colour comes gushing in a blank space
How's the jam taste? How's the bitter berries?
How's your fanbase? Or have you quit already?
This shit is messy but they're acting like it's glorious
Preach to the masses, bruv, patronize your audience
With government this, conspiracy that
Isn't it brash? Yes it is, bruv, I'm living with that
Deliver the scraps to the door in a bag marked "potential"
I'll whip you up a feast in my black marble temple
Stand half-assembled, ordering parts
From a stack of lost catalogs stored in the past
Gawp at the stars, and wonder if it's all a mirage
If it is, would it matter if I tore them apart?
So please, why you wanna spit like a neek?
Just let your life drift in the breeze
Punch-drunk off of one fucking beer
Or just under the thumbs of some dumb puppeteer pulling strings
Looking at your life, and it's grim
Straight butchering the mind of a kid
Sat sipping slit limbs from a chalice, like the crimson molasses
In your fictional palace now
Written by: Jam Baxter, Naive
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