But It Ain't Broke - Paradox & Imperial - текст песни и перевод слов, слушать онлайн бесплатно

2017 язык: английский

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Песня But It Ain't Broke группы Paradox & Imperial из альбома Grayscale была записана в 2017 году лейблом Matthew Klassen, язык песни английский, ниже вы найдете ее перевод на русском языке, песня исполняется в жанре иностранный рэп и хип-хоп, вы можете слушать ее, изучить слова или скачать текст бесплатно, прокомментировать, как саму песню так и смысл который она в себе несет.

исполнитель:

Paradox & Imperial

альбом:

Grayscale

лейбл:

Matthew Klassen

жанр:

Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп

Hook 1:

I don’t fit in the puzzle, that’s why it doesn’t work

I don’t dismiss the struggle, that’s why it doesn’t work

Yo, my pen is a shovel, I dig till something hurts

Sifting through the rubble to lift up whatever comes unearthed

Yo, I don’t know jack about athletes. Don’t rap over trap beats

It’s probably been a year and a half since my last tweet

Don’t call my music ministry, cuz no one knows what that means

Plus I’d be the first to admit my Christianese is mad weak

But my faith don’t take a backseat

So even to the mainstream, I’m deemed a black sheep

Leak an occasional curse word, some scream he blasphemed

But not sure how to move through what’s dirty and keep my tracks clean

Truly bad seeds are few and far between

So I don’t act too classy to do the harvesting

Don’t move with massive crews like we the hardest team

Or hide behind useless platitudes masked as artistry

Won’t woo the foolish with that cars and bling

See, I can invest in the message and never charge a thing

Wear heart on sleeve and spit bars for free

Cuz if I expect better it best to start with me

Hook 2:

I don’t give into trouble, that’s why it doesn’t work

I don’t spit through a muzzle, that’s why it doesn’t work

Yo, my pen is a shovel, I dig till something hurts

Sifting through the rubble to lift up whatever comes unearthed

Yo, I don’t go on a posting rampage to leverage my fanbase

Cuz I don’t expect dough from those I’ve never met with a handshake

Prefer to show fam thanks directly to a man’s face

And don’t roll in the spot rocking lots of brand names

Don’t switch my flow, surveying radio landscapes

Or spit brainless to imitate the latest dance craze

Don’t got no social media campaign

Cuz I ain’t scheming on some greedy hopes for a grand stage

No bitties in videos feeding me champagne

Or blowing smoke out the whip’s window, clambaked

Don’t pretend predicaments are fixed with band aids

But optimistic there’s a lot of issues that we can change

Cuz I didn’t forget when hip hop was a lifted fist

Now it’s a soundtrack for sick misogynistic kids

So I’m glad it doesn’t work, cuz if it did

That’d be bad in a world as twisted as this

Hook 3:

I don’t fit in the puzzle, that’s why it doesn’t work

I don’t dismiss the struggle, that’s why it doesn’t work

Yo, my pen is a shovel, I dig till something hurts

Sifting through the rubble to lift up whatever comes unearthed

I don’t give into trouble, that’s why it doesn’t work

I don’t spit through a muzzle, that’s why it doesn’t work

Yo, my pen is a shovel, I dig till something hurts

Sifting through the rubble to lift up whatever comes unearthed

Outro:

Don’t got one of them classic rap voices