Представляем точный текст композиции "The Old Style" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Atmosphere . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Old Style» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Atmosphere передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Atmosphere - "The Old Style"
Lyrics to The Old Style : (feat. DJ Plain Ol Bill) I swear to God if you fuckers fuck this up for the rest of us you will not get any pudding, none! (Do you wanna know why') The seventh of September was my date of birth I got to the clinic and I did the nurse Picked at the scab until I made it worse But I still spit your girlfriends favorite verse At least now I know somebody notices the loud guy from Southside of Minne-hopelessness I try to celebrate life when I can Most times I do it with a mic in my hand Sean Daley and Anthony Davis Twin Cities, they act like we famous Still nameless in places like Vegas So order up a round and over tip the waitress Got the ladies in the place going ape-shit Making faces at the radio stations A love-hate relationship as if were waiting for the preacher to sit down and let the choir take it And Im trying to have the time of my life Work for my stripes and climb a few flights Try to keep the demons out of mind, out of sight But son Im to weak to fight, you got a light' I stand beside every line that I write Wrote most my rhymes to find me a wife And now that my better half got me hemmed up Im out here rapping about whatever the fuck It dont matter just as long as I mean everything set free in between these wings I could write a new joint and drop my view point Maybe cook up a hook and get a few coins A little real estate, to make us feel ok I need to keep faith and eat a decent meal today Hey, and even if these raps dont pay me Ill find a way to make the right hand pass the gravy So special, nice to have met you By this time tomorrow Ill probably already forget you Now gimme fifteen for the shirt And go tell your friends on your swim team Im a jerk Set it off, it never stopped The only difference is now Im eating better slop Look at your boy mother, employed the brothers Trying to make sure we all avoid the buzzards Every scar I wear Ive earned Even the ones I liked to pretend I dont deserve But I dont question, cause God has vision Im no savior, Im just the recognants mission Taught yall to bank off tour So thank me now and keep my name off yours Hes got the pony tail, Ive got the rabbit ears Hes fly, Im fly thats why they call us [ The Old Style Lyrics ]
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