Представляем точный текст композиции "Respect Pt. 3" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Sole . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Respect Pt. 3» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Sole передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Sole - "Respect Pt. 3"
Lyrics to Respect Pt. 3 : Banging rocks together makes sunshine Banging heads with rocks till blood comes: the writing process Everything has diapers on and smells like Its time for a change Or for some holes in the flag My whole perspective relies solely on questions That cant have answers Like everyone oin their assumptions A big bigpen driven by dead dogs; If thats your site Put up a superhero with a better pokerface This noble cause reeks of self-gratification But its more like no satisfaction So when I die The fessin go to college And the writers go to Heaven If you wasnt born on this planet Blame the World for being there Im not assuming responsibility for everyone lost in the shuffle; My whole philosophy is based on moodswings Limited attention spans and an expansion pack for everything Am I feeling it' Mostly full of it Selling my cuts for the art of it Placed all of my faith in these heretics Were all futur presidents; Nobody knows it yet Thats the beauty of it all Welcome to my desert island The wheather is glorious Take a picture (No one reads the articles) I need music with texture and Someday, a happy meal Rude awakening after rude awakening Im asking yall to be police until I match the blood on the battlefield With the gleam in my eye If I could make it stop raining This whole damn place wouldnt know What to do with all the sunlight Ive been saving up for a life like this Your God is booing you offstage And your heroes dont respect you Its all in vain and cant be bought: Hung from the ceiling and often attached to the first thought She gave me a handshake full of empty promises Now Im thirty minus something Plus I wrestle demons down to the ground in my spare time Its a new day The pigeons no longer fly yonder; They make rappers out of messengers and text from all the classics Meet the archangel with two minutes to live at all times I hold a mirror against a mirror against a mirror against a mirror What Im saying is: Word is deceased Work is slavery Theyre saving asses for the big layoff Where they lie you down to take it like a native colonized By search and seizure The grass is always greener and when you make it there It dies (if getting there dont kill you) And the people there dont share This is what your bones will sound like when they play em in space If I could make it stop raining This whole damn place wouldnt know What to do with all the sunlight Ive been saving up for a life like this Your God is booing you offstage And your heroes dont respect you [ Respect Pt. 3 Lyrics ]
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