Представляем точный текст композиции "F.O.O.D." и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Danny! . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «F.O.O.D.» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Danny! передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Danny! - "F.O.O.D."
Lyrics to F.O.O.D. : [Verse 1] Sometimes I get to wonderin, brainstormin and thunder And lightning and rain, inside of the mind of D. Swain Inside of the mind of a changed man A little deranged at times, but otherwise a sane man Dang man, Ive been on the path to success For so long, I feel like Im the last to be next But hold on, I see a signpost ahead That says turn around, I cant leave my hopes for dead Im too throwed in the game to just throw it away If I quit now, my dreamsll go tip-toeing away Ive gotta find my destination sooner or later A true innovator is what I wanna be known as But to get to the top, its gonna take my own ass To blow past these low-class jealous mome raths, yeah And say everything that I have to say Im trying to find my destination, better grab ya plates This is the F.O.O.D. [Chorus: scratches by Danny] [Common:] "Its the...its the food, baby" [Nas:] "Get yours...get yours..." [Mos Def:] "You know the...you know the...you know the deal...deal" [Jay-Z:] "...but I scrape the plate...the plate...the plate" [Common:] "Its the...its the food, baby" [Nas:] "Get yours...get yours..." [Mos Def:] "You know the...you know the...you know the deal...deal" [Nas:] "Get yours...get yours..." [Verse 2:] Regrets cloudin my future, hit rewind Like layin in a bed of cow manure, I got shit on my mind Grittin and grindin for my moment in the sun But my hopes are stunted; how am I supposed to get it done' Whoever said that strugglin was easy Probably never had the luxury of hustlin or being chased I swear to God they tryin to change my fate An appetite for success so I scrape the plate I grab a bite, so I guess I gotta wait for the date That I get to where I need to be Compare the recent me, to the me of times past I couldve easily sold my soul to the wine glass And even though I might crash, Im still drivin down this bright path Thoughts leaking from my pen, hope I write fast enough To be an outcast is tough Im flyin solo with a bag full of stuff Nigga thats whats up [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Two roads diverged in a wood, I took the one less travelled Im patient so thats one less hassle If I dream it, I can live it Ive seen the light with vivid imagery I need to write with fits of energy But its hard tryin to get where Im goin Without a hint or an omen Its too late to turn around Perseverance, gotta learn it now But Im stubborn how Am I supposed to survive this rollercoaster hurtlin to the ground' Ive heard the sound of naysayers Yes-men, and all of the rest tend to follow em I could get hurt by all the jokes and stares Smoke and mirrors, Im chokin but Im almost there Almost clear, the reason why Ive suffered for years Im glad I started down this road to my own career Im never full from all the F.O.O.D. I ate Im on the road to be a true rhyme great This is the muthafuckin F.O.O.D. [Chorus] [ F.O.O.D. Lyrics ]
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