2006-09-18 02:20:22 · 5 risposte · inviata da Anonymous in Musica e intrattenimento ➔ Musica
questa si intitola "lunedi". citami come autore se la incidi.
Comincia tu alle dieci di mattina
la sbornia del weekend e la tazzina
fredda e amara del caffè
e in testa i troppi “ma” e i troppi “se”.
Vai prima tu, che a me non va di farlo,
ritrovare il tran il tran, il vecchio tarlo
alzarsi, andare in bagno, prepararsi
rientrare nelle righe e negli intarsi
di questo lunedì, comincia tu
io ti raggiungo dopo, il deja-vu
può attendere un momento o poco più
c’è ancora tempo prima del su e giù.
Comincia tu a scoprire il lunedì
in testa i troppi no e i troppi sì
lavorare stanca, stare a casa sbanca
inizia tu, che a me la forza manca
di proseguire oltre la tazzina
il cornetto di ieri, l’aspirina
il mal di testa, l’apatia sovrana
nell’affrontare una nuova settimana.
2006-09-18 02:25:20 · answer #1 · answered by PrinceAlbert 2 · 0⤊ 1⤋
ahi ahi ahi... io scrivo testi in inglese... ma NON RAP O POP!!!! MANCO MORTA!!!
2006-09-19 13:13:00 · answer #2 · answered by Aiutatemi a combattere la mia Ignoranza!!! 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
guarda, io sono compositore di brani, testi e musica. ovviamente, se hai un progetto particolare, preferirei parlarne in privato xke c'è chi potrebbe approfittarne, in fondo siamo su internet e c'è pieno di arraffoni.t lascio il mio indirizzo email e semmai ti mando qualche mio testo x farti capire il mio genere. se non t interessa dimmelo comunque, almeno x sapere.
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2006-09-18 09:35:55 · answer #3 · answered by jenova_cell 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Questa è Lose yourself di Eminem... ciao un bacio
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Easy, no
He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
[Hook:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partna', but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da
[Hook]
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got
[Hook]
You can do anything you set your mind to, man
2006-09-18 09:33:23 · answer #4 · answered by Alberto 6 · 0⤊ 1⤋
io dammi l indirizzo msn... e parliamo li
2006-09-18 09:21:56 · answer #5 · answered by Il bello... 2 · 0⤊ 1⤋