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trey coachman - vintage كلمات الأغنية

[sample:]
how can i give you
what you’re asking for, for
baby
when the feeling’s gone

[verse 1:]
can’t make change with only nickels and dimes
but i’m not here to change
only to restore
that experience that withhold more
then this so called music that’s a slap to the jaw
to all the cl-ssics that always strand me in awe
i revive feelings and joy
this is the real mccoy
i’m around to many fakes
please excuse me i feel over baked
coming in when my few competitors leaves
if c-cky is your only adjective for me
then my message is oblivious
i’m 1% inspiration
99 perspiration
other characteristics
i can’t say for myself
like talking about … club
only let my fist talk
keeping trash talking to a minimum
synonyms never appreciated
this is dumb down no hieroglyphics
true statistics under these brutal conditions
all coming too fast at “the same d-mn time!”
if this is the music’s future then i’m gonna clean this tragedy until the forecast is fine

[chorus:]
back in the day music was great and we could all relate
but recently it needs to improve
cause we ain’t all like those new fools
why can’t we go back to the era that they all care
about the lyrics and notes the same amount and fair

[verse 2:]
i need your whole attention
while i left these impostors in bandages
hard work, i earned my advantage
speaking of these coin heads
listen to what my boy said
“composition is splenda, they sweet and they fake”
kick them out to no man’s land
confused for nothing
i need to filter this music daily
’cause these mixtapes are mistakes, no retakes
this rampage k!lls beats personally all day
they only eat pancakes
they say ‘all great this nigga needs to shut up for pete’s sake’
but this has to be released from this d-mn cage
this moral k!lls from the inside out
but only push my envisions out the door
and make a smile by my old folks is what i’m looking for
refresh history let out the soul
release the antiques scratching r&b
bring vintage back, ghetto blasters to reheat the cold shoulder
it’s my shield to block those past boulders
back before wars were a little bit colder
mjb said “it ain’t over ’till it’s over”

- trey coachman

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