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Fecha de emisión: 16.01.2020
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Luxury |
Guess this is what victory feel like |
Missionary theme music, shoutout to R-Swift |
Yeah |
Yo! |
I wanna celebrate this life forever |
Hey man, this sound like celebration music, don’t it |
I’m living it, not dreaming it |
Haha, yeah! |
We getting it, that’s luxury |
I wanna celebrate this life forever |
I feel like rapping today, baby! |
I’m living it, not dreaming it |
Real hope-hop circa 1985, again |
We getting it, that’s luxury |
Man, I had to write a letter in my loose leaf |
And let the pen bleed about another two sheets |
And I done scrapped a couple lines 'cause it’s harder to describe |
How the bread of life better than a two-piece |
Let a brother truth speak, now I got a new chief |
Better than the patent leather smelling off my new sneaks |
Man, I got a new song, living got a new leaf |
Feeling like I got a new boss and I got a new reach, homie, uh |
Used to try to packs where they squeezed macs |
By the corner store with the nickel in the scene, facts |
Now I greet 'em in the morning like heya |
And OutKast, but I’m never tripping 'cause I’m 3 stacks |
It’s why I’m giving God shine every time |
Spit a line, make 'em rewind, time with a rhyme |
And the label call, wanted me sign fine on the line |
And I brought the bands back like Bron Bron in his prime |
Hallelujah |
I wanna celebrate this life forever |
Ayo, it’s gonna be hard to turn this down, homie |
Yo, this what victory sound like |
I’m living it, not dreaming it |
We getting it, that’s luxury |
Yeah! |
I wanna celebrate this life forever |
Ay man, get a drummer or something for this one, homie |
I’m living it, not dreaming it |
Yeah, yeah |
We getting it, that’s luxury |
Remaining transcription in progress… |
Yo, when I was broke into lots of pieces |
Before I had a mind that was locked to Jesus |
I 'member when I barely had a pot to pee in |
And praying that a spot with a cot was a Posturepedic |
I was hoping that a stocked arena would’ve copped |
And hopped to a couple stops when I rocked my thesis |
And when the record dropped, people spot my genius |
'Cause I know they heard Ye tryna talk 'bout Jesus |
But I was tryna shine and cover up my bleakness |
That’s probably the reason why I kept Christ secret |
That’s probably the reason why swept my weakness |
All under the rug and then I hushed my meekness |
Then a quiet little voice inside was like |
«J, they gave Giver of Life more stripes than zebras» |
And that’s when my mind got a nice eureka |
My fears secondary to the Christ’s achievement, yawmean? |
I wanna celebrate this life forever |
Ayo, real talk, this sound like how you supposed to finish your album, though |
Yeah! |
I’m living it, not dreaming it |
We getting it, that’s luxury |
Yeah, yeah, yo, this feel good, baby |
I wanna celebrate this life forever |
This feel real good |
I’m living it, not dreaming it |
We getting it, that’s luxury |
Hallelujah! |
Oh, oh, oh |
«Hey. Don’t ever let somebody tell you you can’t do something, not even me. |
All right?» |
«All right.» |
«You got a dream? Protect it. People can’t do something themselves, |
they wanna tell you you can’t do it. You want something, go get it. Period.» |