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AREA PERSONALE
- DICO....VORREI DIRTI....NON SMETTERLA MAI.
- Tu non sei come gli altri, Dann, tu fai delle cose, tante cose, e ne immagini ancora delle altre ed è come se non ti bastasse una vita sola per farcele stare tutte.
Io non so... a me la vita sembrava già così difficile... sembrava già un'impresa viverla e basta.
Ma tu... tu sembra che devi vincerla, la vita, come se fosse una sfida... sembra che devi stravincerla... una cosa del genere. Una roba strana.
E' un po' come fare tante bocce di cristallo... e grandi... prima o poi te ne scoppia qualcuna... e a te chissà quante te ne sono già scoppiate, e quante te ne scoppieranno............Però...
[...]
....Però quando la gente ti dirà che hai sbagliato...e avrai errori dappertutto dietro la schiena, fottitene.
Ricordatene. Devi fottertene. Tutte le bocce di cristallo che avrai rotto erano solo vita...non sono quelli gli errori...quella è vita...e la vita vera magari è proprio quella che si spacca, quella vita su cento che alla fine si spacca....io questo l'ho capito, che il mondo è pieno di gente che gira con in tasca le sue piccole biglie di vetro... le sue piccole tristi biglie infrangibili... e allora tu non smetterla mai di soffiare nelle tue sfere di cristallo...sono belle, a me è piaciuto guardarle, per tutto il tempo che ti sono stato vicino...ci si vede dentro tanta di quella roba... è una cosa che ti mette l'allegria addosso...mnon smetterla mai...e se un giorno scoppieranno anche quella sarà vita, a modo suo... meravigliosa vita.
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Estelle feat Kanye West - American Boy Lyrics
Kanye West:
This a number one champion sound
yeah Estelle we ’bout to get down
who the hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
we just sold out all the floor seats
Estelle:
Chorus
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American Boy.
He said Hey Sister.
It’s really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who’s just my type.
I like the way he’s speaking his confidence is peaking.
Don’t like his baggy jeans but Ima like what’s underneath them.
And no I ain’t been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York’s heart awaits. First let’s see the west end.
I’ll show you to my Bredrin.
I’m liking this American Boy. American Boy
Chorus
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day
Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American Boy, American Boy.
Can we get away this weekend.
Take me to Broadway.
Let’s go shopping baby then we’ll go to a Café.
Let’s go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I neva been to Brooklyn and I’d like to see what’s good.
Dressed in all your fancy clothes.
Sneaker’s looking Fresh to Death I’m lovin those Shell Toes.
Walkin that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I’m likin this American Boy. American Boy.
Chorus
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American Boy
Tell ‘em wagwaan blood
Kanye West:
Who killin em in the UK.
Everybody gonna say you K,
reluctantly, because most of this press don’t f**k wit me.
Estelle once said to me, cool down down
don’t act a fool now now.
I always act a fool oww oww.
Aint nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
Ribena I know what you’re drinkin.
Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at the next chick soon as you’re blinkin.
What’s you’re persona.
About this Americana rhymer
Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer.
Dressed smart like a London Bloke.
Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this Pea Coat, Tell me he’s broke.
And I know you ain’t into all that. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
And there’s something about Gladys Knight and the Pips in there, can’t quite hear it…
But I still talk that CAAASH.
Cuz a lot WAGs want to hear it.
And I’m feelin like Mike at his Baddest.
The Pimps at their Gladist.
And I know they love it.
so to hell with all that rubbish
Estelle:
Would you be my love, my love.
could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine
Could you be my love, my love.
Would you be my American Boy. American Boy
Chorus
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American Boy, American Boy.
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Yellow
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow
So then I took my turn
Oh all the things I've done
And it was all yellow
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so
I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry
Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine
look at the stars look how they shine for you