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Karaoké Neighbors - J. Cole

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Neighbors rendu célèbre par J. Cole

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CDG (MP3+G)
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Avec choeurs (au choix dans la version KFN)

Tempo identique à l'original : 139 BPM

Tonalité identique à l'original : Sim

Durée : 03:34 - Extrait à : 02:14

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Date de sortie : 2016
Styles : Rap & Hip-Hop, En anglais
Auteurs-Compositeurs : Anthony Parrino, Ronnie Foster, Jermaine Cole

Les titres à télécharger sont des playbacks bande orchestre, et non la musique originale.

Paroles Neighbors

I guess the neighbors think
I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
'Kay, the neighbors think
I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope sellin' dope, sellin' dope sellin' dope, yeah
I don't want no picture with the president
I just wanna talk to the man
Speak for the boys in the bando
And my nigga never walkin' again
'Pologize if I'm harpin' again
I know these things happen often
But I'm back on the scene
I was lost in a dream as I write this the team down in Austin
I been buildin' me a house back home in the South, ma
Won't believe what it's costin'
And it's fit for a king, right or a nigga that could sing and explain all the pain that it cost him
My sixteen should've came with a coffin
Fuck the fame and the fortune
Well, maybe not the fortune
But one thing is for sure though the fame is exhaustin'
That's why I moved away
I needed privacy
Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League
Students that's recruited highly thinkin' you do you and I do me
Crib has got a big 'ol back 'ol yard
My niggas stand outside and pass cigars
Filled with marijuana laughin' hard thankful that they friend's a platinum star
In the driveway there's no rapper cars
Just some shit to get from back and forth
Just some shit to get from back and forth
Welcome to the Sheltuh this is pure
We'll help you if you've felt too insecure
To be the star you always knew you were
Wait, I think police is at the door
The neighbors think
I'm sellin' dope
Hmm
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope
Neighbors think I'm
I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope dope
Hmm
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope, sellin' dope sellin' dope
Some things you can't escape
Death, taxes, and a racist society that make every nigga feel like a candidate
For a Trayvon kinda fate even when your crib sit on a lake
Even when your plaques hang on a wall
Even when the president jam your tape
Took a little break just to annotate
How I feel, damn, it's late
I can't sleep 'cos I'm paranoid
Black in a white man territory
Cops bust in with the army guns
No evidence of the harm we done
Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang
Only time they see us we be on the news, in chains, damn
Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope
Neighbors think I'm
I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope dope
Hmm
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope, sellin' dope sellin' dope
Well, motherfucker, I am
I am, I am, I am
Motherfucker, I am
I am, I am, I am
Motherfucker, I am
So much for integration
Don't know what I was thinkin'
I'm movin' back to south side
So much for integration
Don't know what I was thinkin'
I'm movin' back to south side

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