1. |
These Veins
05:46
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These Veins
Looking around at my city,
Looking around at the light,
Drowning in the glory,
Of mankind.
And there’s a look in your eyes
Says you dream of the cries,
Like the dark dreams of the moon.
There’s a rock in the way,
Says it begs you to stay,
Like my dad threatened to sue.
But these veins carry love.
These veins carry us.
These veins carry the blood,
And the sweat of those who dream.
These veins carry the spirit,
Of all the kids just like me.
To the beat of the heart right,
Down on Broadway,
To the legends up in the hills.
To the kids in the back,
With their hands raised up,
Don’t worry,
They’ll carry you too.
Cause these veins carry us,
Carry me,
They’ll carry you.
These veins carry the secret,
To the dream we came to prove.
These veins,
These veins,
These veins.
These veins,
These veins,
These veins.
Dancing around the heartaches,
Dancing around the shrines,
Saving all my energy,
Buying time.
And there’s a fire in your heart,
Says you’ll tear us apart,
Like the girl with the dragon tattoo.
There’s an ice in your soul,
Says you’re used to the cold,
Like the cold is used to you.
But these veins carry love.
These veins carry us.
These veins carry the deaths,
Of those who lost the fight.
These veins carry the music,
That keeps you up all night.
To the beat of the heart right,
Down on Broadway,
To the legends up in the hills.
To the kids in the back,
With their hands raised up,
Don’t worry,
They’ll carry you too.
Cause these veins carry us,
Carry me,
They’ll carry you.
These veins carry the secret,
To the dream we came to prove.
These veins,
These veins,
These veins.
These veins,
These veins,
These veins.
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
These veins carry love (these veins, these veins, these veins).
These veins carry us (these veins, these veins, these veins).
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2. |
Rap Gods
04:50
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Rap Gods
They’ll say they’re up on their game,
Sweeter than my mother’s name,
So enjoy it,
They’re the cool kids.
Decked out in all their chained jewels,
They think they make all the rules,
So enjoy it,
They’re the cool kids.
And all these rap gods,
Nah they can’t sing my songs,
They’re always too fresh,
They’re always too fly.
And all these rap gods,
Nah they can’t sing my songs,
They’ll slow it down,
They’ll give it a try.
Now all these rap gods.
Ha all these rap gods.
Hiding behind those shiny grills,
Thinkin’ they gon’ make a mil’,
Put your shades on,
They got their Js on.
So much swag they can’t even walk straight,
Sicka than the killa’s beats,
Put your shades on,
They got their Js on.
And all these rap gods,
Nah they can’t sing my songs,
They’re always too fresh,
They’re always too fly.
And all these rap gods,
Nah they can’t sing my songs,
They’ll slow it down,
They’ll give it a try.
Now all these rap gods.
Ha all these rap gods.
They can drop the beat,
The can talk the beat,
They can rap,
They can walk,
They can rock the beat.
They can drop the beat,
They can talk the beat,
They can rap,
They can walk,
They can rock the beat.
They can drop the beat,
But good luck singing with me.
And all these rap gods,
Nah they can’t sing my songs,
They’re always too fresh,
They’re always too fly.
And all these rap gods,
Nah they can’t sing my songs,
They’ll slow it down,
They’ll give it a try.
Now all these rap gods.
Ha all these rap gods.
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3. |
Spoiled Rotten
05:41
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Spoiled Rotten
You said that I’m spoiled rotten.
You said that I have no respect.
You said that I’d live off their money forever.
You said that I have no work ethic.
Well it takes one to no one and,
What can you do?
If I’m spoiled rotten then,
So are you.
Yeah it takes one to no one but,
I’m not saying anything.
“And yo, this one goes out to the people who believe in me.”
Thank you for creating me oh.
Because of you I can be who I am.
You’re my heroes and my guardian angels.
You taught me how to say “yes I can.”
I’m spoiled rotten but,
As far as I’m concerned.
I’m spoiled by,
What I deserve.
And that’s your love,
Your love,
Your love,
Your love.
Your love,
Your love,
Your love,
Your love.
And as for all the non-believers (love, love, love, love);
I’ve got a little present for you (love, love, love, love).
Here’s my pretty, polished, middle finger (love, love, love, love).
Take a nice, long look at what I think of you (love).
Cause it takes one to no one yeah,
I spent so long thinkin’,
Life would go faster if I just played along yeah.
Takes one to no one but,
I’m not sayin’ anything.
Thank you for creating me oh.
Because of you I can be who I am.
You’re my heroes and my guardian angels.
You taught me how to say “yes I can.”
I’m spoiled rotten but,
As far as I’m concerned.
I’m spoiled by,
What I deserve.
And that’s your love,
Your love,
Your love,
Your love.
Your love,
Your love,
Your love,
Your love.
In my wildest dreams,
I never thought that I’d deserve you,
But I guess dreams come true.
I’d take a villain if,
It meant I’d get forever,
With a pair of fools like you.
And your love,
Your love,
Your love,
Your love.
Your love,
Your love,
Your love,
Your love.
Thank you for creating me oh.
Because of you I can be who I am.
You’re my heroes and my guardian angels.
You taught me how to say “yes I can.”
I’m spoiled rotten but,
As far as I’m concerned.
I’m spoiled by,
What I deserve.
And that’s your love,
Your love,
Your love,
Your love.
Your love,
Your love,
Your love,
Your love.
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Charlee Remitz Los Angeles, California
Charlee Remitz is a Los Angeles based dream pop singer, songwriter, producer, and mixer widely praised for her lyrics, which stretch the pop norm.
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