Musica de Adit del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Adit tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su técnica vocal,
[Chorus: Lil Dijon]
And I waste time
All that I feel inside gets poured out
It's all just a waste
It's all just a waste
I need a sensation
Something to blow me out of proportion
Something to crave
Something to crave
[Verse 1: Obi Ill Terrors]
'Cause I've been rollin' 'round the city with a forty ounce
And I open my face just to pour it out
It's a waste
It's all just a waste, I'm waiting for—
'Cause I've been rolling 'round the city with a forty ounce
And I numb my face just to pour it out
It's a waste
It's all just a waste, I'm wasting for ya
[Verse 2: Marty Bugatti]
I don't know what happened, mixing work up with my leisure
Octane in the vessel with a bottle full of pleasure
Desk job, pull it up to the side and I arch his leg up
We bridge up, bridge up to anybody who want terror, uh
[Bridge: Lil Dijon]
I been working out, but I need some attention (Hey, hey)
I been working out, but I need some affection
[Chorus: Lil Dijon]
And I waste time
All that I feel inside gets poured out
It's all just a waste
It's all just a waste
I need a sensation
Something to blow me out of proportion
Something to crave
Something to crave
[Verse 3: Marty Bugatti]
Cocoa Puffs, mix medicine with the Sunkist
Freckle face plate making Monday a punish
Cheeky mocha latte urging, rip off that onesie
Her man be knocking, ready to throw down in my undies (Yeah)
I don't know what all my mates are doing tonight
Hope they call me up, I need a fix, need a fright
Common sense starts leaving every time I hit a Friday
Aching for a bevvy, new alliance make my eyes ache, yeah
[Verse 4: Obi Ill Terrors]
Ayy, naysayers, we lane takers, you lame stoppers
Name droppers, get nate like grave robbers
Slaying profits, parade like day dotters
They ain't make profits, lil' bitch, say sorry, uh
[Chorus: Lil Dijon]
And I waste time
All that I feel inside gets poured out
It's all just a waste
It's all just a waste
I need a sensation
Something to blow me out of proportion
Something to crave
Something to crave