Copycats歌词

作曲 : Marcus D
Yeah
Y’all copycats killed the game a while ago
I see you staring at the menu like a pile of gold
Y’all’s dish taste like a dry salad bowl
If you disappeared no I’m not sad at all
I heard imitation is a form of flattery
No imagination whatsoever
What kind of sorcery? I mean
Where’s the magic of originality
The rare element of surprise—the ingenuity
Ever since the pioneers gone the airwaves got polluted
If the culture was a store, it got looted
Comin’ up always the excuse
Don’t matter who did the deed so to speak
But the dead don’t talk
Now the bullshit walk
This ain’t about old or new
Or me versus you
It’s about are you fresh or are you wack?
Definitely not the shoes
I’m not with those dudes
I’ve already paid my dues
Y’all copycats can’t look me in the eyes
How many times I have turned a blind eye
Down to the font on the print I don’t lie
I pay my respects but I never idolize
Y’all copycats killed the game a while ago
I see me staring at the menu like a pile of gold
Y’all’s dish taste like a dry salad bowl
If you disappeared I wouldn’t be sad at all
Not at all
Nah
I’ve had it up to
Here with these fools I’m cappin’
Y’all copycats beat a dead horse
Then beat your meat to it
Don’t come at me with that weak shit
I’ll see through it
Then my beats hit like hot sewage
Try to live the formula
But the key ingredient is missing
From your recipe—is it granular?
Old school grind sweat and tears (yo tears)
Nothing you can download fast it takes years
Terabyte touring when it rains it’s pouring
Real paintball these lyrics is boring
To hit the pavement in the morning to make payments
Life is the furthest from entertainment
Distraction is in order can’t afford to
Waste precious time with the unimportant
The question is “what do I do ‘til I die?”
And FYI I am still DIY
Y’all copycats killed the game a while ago
I see you staring at the menu like a pile of gold
Y'all's dish taste like a dry salad bowl
If you disappeared no I’m not sad at all
Not at all编辑于2023/05/11更新