- 歌詞
- 專輯列表
Cadence Weapon
-
Unsuccessful Club Nights
I'm at your party like a girl I've slept with
That is now with the man of the house
New routes are directed, I get played out
Like underground rap, I wonder if you understand facts?
I'm not Rory Them Finest, but sometimes I try
I'm not a good self-promoter, I held a certain order
For my tracks and the way I select them
I clean off my records in an effort to protect them
I soak off my labels when I pull them from the store
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
And I got slipcases but I could use more
I play the bass shit because it simply booms
But it gets hard playing for an empty room
While it is a Tuesday, that should be no excuse
Hard working people are dying to let loose
I turn the lows high with a knob in the booth
I'm honest, I'm telling the whole truth
[Chorus]x2
Cause my night ain't good, so my nights get worse
My night aint' good, so my nights get worse
My night ain't good, so my nights get worse
I play for nobody, I know that love hurts
Too drunk to fuck, I'm too fucked to think
The rockers love me, I put dust in their drinks
When I pump in the dance punk numbers that bleed
Off the Richter, I'm a man about needs
Like checkers, I jump for practical records
With snap music collecting grey by the day
I'm pay per play with a focus on the former
And I keep a metal box filled with four corners
Like Johnny Rotten, I switch styles with the year
With an awkward mix, I THINK I'M IN THE CLEAR!
And now I hold dear the tracks that break the ruts
They got me like SCENE SLUTS, SHAKE YOUR BUTTS
I do the Simon Says like Pharoahe, pull a rapper's card like tarot
Meet a girl, hit the crib, bump Portishead, G. Barrow
I'm posted up like a scarecrow
Play a couple tones, they're on the bone like marrow
[Chorus]x2
I write rhymes, I don't write checks
Cover your fucking mouth if you see me on the decks
I start off my set with some real soft numbers
Like rounded off Sesame Street, I'm pressing the beats
And I give just a bit of the one-two
Before they get unimpressed by the whole damn runthrough
But when I go out, I confuse myself
I only dance to songs that expound about wealth
So this is the first step in a long combination
It takes two to tango and even more to make a movement
You'll get later'd like a truant, I try to set the songs
To the future, you're still playing Deceptacon
Where's the history? Where's the identity?
DJs find their hearts with Hollertronix chemistry
Moths to a flame, they run out to the light
That's why nobody goes to unsuccessful club nights
[Chorus]x2
Tuesday Night Beatdown, The Youth Beat, This Isn't A Test
-
|
