Musica de Alex Lustig del Genero: Pop Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Pop son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Alex Lustig 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 Pop, 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
[Verse 1]
Who dat, who dat, who dat? I need no introduction (Yah)
Came with the gas, why my new shit pungent (Hey)
Feel like Johnny Cash, six strings in the dungeon (Woah)
Pull up in a lemon, six deep to the function
Turn this shit up, I call this venting time (Yeah)
Most these guys sounding like they telling lies (True)
I wrote this next line on a red eye flight (Hey)
You ain't fucking with me, then you're dead inside
Outwork 'em all, DJ Khalil told me that (That)
I got a crystal ball and the future looking fast (Fast)
They say I got no genre, but a genre just a box
I'm that singy rappy motherfuckеr taking what I want, ayy
Self-made, so they can nеver make up what they make of me
Same team clique, keep it tight as Elvis Stoyko's jeans
Hear the songs I write with a pen, they feel the pain in me
They tell 'em what they want, I tell 'em what it is, don't play wit me
[Chorus]
I found my love
Once I stopped seeking it in you
And now I trust
In everything that I always knew
This my desire, desire, desire (Desire)
This my desire, desire, desire (Desire)
This my desire, desire, desire (Desire)
This my desire, desire, desire (Desire)
[Verse 2]
Yeah (Yee)
I got moves with it, got the juice with it
Go Springsteen, go Bruce with it (Uh)
When I kill shit, they say, "Who did it?"
Mr. Green ain't even got a clue with it (Hey)
My desire-sire make me a fight-or-flighter (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm a pyro-pyro (Yeah), catching on fire-fire, yeah
Move (Move), move (Move), move (Move), get out your way (Ooh-wee)
(Move) Move (Move), move (Move), get out your way
No one travel where my lane went
Three kids couldn't even slow me down (No)
Been stair climbing, now way up
Still see it all from the underground
Step forward, I don't step back
Yeah, I'm resetting my setbacks
The old me has a funeral
Every time I write, I'm in jet black
I go head on, I don't head back
I'd rather fall flat and come dead last
Then go half-ass with a cheek out
I don't seek clout, I just speak out
My catalogue no Pokémon
But like Fantano, you can geek out
Got the keys out, 'bout to flee south
When the album done, I just reroute
I write these words from deep down
Then I throw 'em out like they're fireworks
This a celebration, been hella patient, fuck validation
[Chorus]
I found my love
Once I stopped seeking it in you
And now I trust
In everything that I always knew
This my desire, desire, desire (Desire)
This my desire, desire, desire (Desire)
This my desire, desire, desire (Desire)
This my desire, desire, desire (Desire)