Auggie - WILDCATS paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson WILDCATS - Auggie



Purple and gold, the media should just put me on the cover of Vogue
I want to get old with plenty of cash in my pocket to buy back the stocks that I sold
We rocking our pride, Warwick Valley in our eyes
My history complicated but I try
I'll tell you one thing that the ego was burned alive, tonight we're coming back to life
Goshen, Burke, Washingtonville, brr
You may have gotten away in the past with it, but tonight we gon' put you to work
Look at my face, smirk
Just gave a job to my clerk
Wildcats, gods on the earth, so you take this L and get off of our turf
She had a cat, she was wild
Hadn't heard my music in a while
I adopted the ways of the land
You understand, my words are conceived by a child
I wrote a song for my ex, then she gave me a follow request
Best know that I denied that thing, now it's time to move on to the next
Senior year you know that I'm gon' have that bag on me
Track star, fast cars, from behind on me
We just got another win, so don't you whine on me
Go treat yourself to pity parties and hot women at the beach
On the field, what's the deal
Why you act so stressed?
It's cause the home team's got your number and you're all out of bets
Warwick floating, while you sitting getting roasted
You a penny, I'm a god damn Chuck E. Cheese token
Now you're broken, we got your whole team choking
Lemme get these bands off your hands, Imma D-Rose 'em
Break your heart, you just thought it was a farce
Auggie and the wildcats, we are a work of art
Purple and gold, the media should just put me on the cover of Vogue
I want to get old with plenty of cash in my pocket to buy back the stocks that I sold
We rocking our pride, Warwick Valley in our eyes
My history complicated but I try
I'll tell you one thing that the ego was burned alive, tonight we're coming back to life
Goshen, Burke, Washingtonville, brr
You may have gotten away in the past with it, but tonight we gon' put you to work
Look at my face, smirk
Just gave a job to my clerk
Wildcats, gods on the earth, so you take this L and get off of our turf
Cannot relish in pain on a bad day
Got these footballers doing ballet
Have these sodas in packs by the gallon
Call me a night boy like Jimmy Fallon, yeah
But these fools are making me cringe
Cause they can't put a door on the hinge
So I'm just gon' open the fridge, yeah
I go too hard on a binge
My boys in the backseat
Don't call shotgun if you didn't ask me
Don't call Tristan cause he's a real athlete
Bolt because you sayin' you couldn't catch me
The wildcats clawing at you, they're attacking, quarter no back
Trailing and the first half ain't even over, cut 'em no slack
Auggie on a late night in the full moon
The transformation takes him out the shell, out the cocoon
Something stirs inside whenever Auggie hears this tune
He needs some spice, how about another tablespoon
Timothy Abel gave him style, that's what made him berserk
His dad surrounded him with art and made him great at his work
His mother made him sympathetic, Auggie didn't understand
But for this grand old Warwick Valley, boy he had great plans
Purple and gold, the media should just put me on the cover of Vogue
I want to get old with plenty of cash in my pocket to buy back the stocks that I sold
We rocking our pride, Warwick Valley in our eyes
My history complicated but I try
I'll tell you one thing that the ego was burned alive, tonight we're coming back to life
Goshen, Burke, Washingtonville, brr
You may have gotten away in the past with it, but tonight we gon' put you to work
Look at my face, smirk
Just gave a job to my clerk
Wildcats, gods on the earth, so you take this L and get off of our turf



Writer(s): Jonah Campbell


Auggie - WILDCATS
Album WILDCATS
date de sortie
31-08-2022




Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.