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  • Joe Budden – Uncle Joe (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

    [Intro]
    It’s Uncle Joe in here
    It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
    It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
    It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here

    [Verse 1]
    It’s Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
    Look like I’m the last nigga to know I got old
    Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it’s a three piece suit
    Can’t get to this type of flavor without a season at true
    Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard
    Spitting over Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars
    I’m telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad
    Different from what they selling y’all, fuck am I telling y’all?
    It’s Uncle Joe, don’t wear Supreme and jeans
    Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
    And Ross dropped "B.M.F." and y’all would sing in the streets
    I’m a little different, I was thinking of Meech
    Check this shit
    I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub
    Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club
    Listen, young niggas learn up, I don’t do the kiddie shit
    I’m with the turn up, I just like Biggie shit
    Fuck is you saying?
    Only been a sensation for only two generations
    I’m like the minute the weigh in fight ready
    Friends are forever changing
    And all them niggas I came up in the game with
    Done fainted in the entertainment I swear
    [Interlude]
    They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still fuck with 25 year olds and their mommas if they cute enough. So when I walk up in the day party and said, "what up?" all I hear is "Uncle Joe" in this bitch

    [Verse 2]
    Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip
    Studies based of years hanging with the boa constricts
    I’m from an era where we ain’t deal with all the trolling and shit
    When we see you we just go in your shit
    It’s repercussions for actions, we demanded more
    Don’t understand it, dawg
    Question all these niggas with words they never answer for
    Staring at you new niggas still from an older state
    It’s feeling like Oscar Robertson watching Golden State
    Y’all hear Post Malone and think of "White Iverson"
    I think of Karl and how he could’ve got the title won
    I keep my life off Instagram like my private some
    I open albums for the credits, y’all just Tidal ’em
    It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
    It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
    When there was problems with the game I got to sculpting that bitch
    But they just kept talking about my hoes, I don’t even notice the shit
    I got a stash I never go in and shit
    Same emotionless kids
    Stoic as if I’m just a motionless gift
    Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me
    You niggas go and look for these bitches, they come and find me
    Y’all praise it, I be disgusted
    Cause I don’t want the points for scoring on easy buckets
    (And what else?)
    And I don’t count her if she ain’t alter my weekly budget
    Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public
    That’s awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it)
    Bria’s in the W with Sandra
    The escorts fuck with me, that’s a double entendre
    Both got fat asses, one’s a double cup monster
    Both used to mad attention, it’s my subtlety they fond of
    It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
    It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
    Nigga


  • Hozier – Take Me To Church lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    My lover’s got humour
    She’s the giggle at a funeral
    Knows everybody’s disapproval
    Should’ve worshipped her sooner
    If the Heavens ever did speak
    She’s the last true mouthpiece
    Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
    Fresh poison each week
    “We were born sick,” you heard them say it
    My church offers no absolutes
    She tells me worship in the bedroom
    The only heaven I’ll be sent to
    Is when I’m alone with you
    I was born sick, but I love it
    Command me to be well
    Amen. Amen. Amen

    [Chorus x2:]
    Take me to church
    I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
    I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
    Offer me that deathless death
    Good God, let me give you my life

    [Verse 2]
    If I’m a pagan of the good times
    My lover’s the sunlight
    To keep the Goddess on my side
    She demands a sacrifice
    To drain the whole sea
    Get something shiny
    Something meaty for the main course
    That’s a fine looking high horse
    What you got in the stable?
    We’ve a lot of starving faithful
    That looks tasty
    That looks plenty
    This is hungry work

    [Chorus x2:]
    Take me to church
    I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
    I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
    Offer me my deathless death
    Good God, let me give you my life

    [Bridge]
    No masters or kings when the ritual begins
    There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
    In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
    Only then I am human
    Only then I am clean
    Amen. Amen. Amen

    [Chorus x2:]
    Take me to church
    I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
    I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
    Offer me that deathless death
    Good God, let me give you my life