paroles de chanson Welcome - b

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
B, b, b, b
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Are you really welcome? (Are you really welcome?)
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But are you really welcome? (Are you really welcome?)

He's a bad mouth, down south, London geezer
Really loving the music, so eager
Always on the grind and no breather
Why they stop an' stay he stop to fear
We ain't from this whole dimension shifter
Deep meditate and he rolls a bifter
Surrounded by positive, he might just lift ya
Levitatin' whilst these robots hating

They don't wanna see him rise
They just wanna see him fall
They don't wanna see him rise
They just wanna see him fall
He might give them a surprise
They might see his name in the wall
They might see his face in the wall

Investigative invasion of his imagination
You can come and explore his brain, here's an invitation
He may say a couple of things without an explanation
No definitive definition needed for this duration
Surrealist art, Korean cinema, heavy metal
And punk and of course rap and hip hop are his inspiration
You can call him weird, you call call him strange
But that's a compliment coming from a cloned out population

To be honest, to be honest
He doesn't really wanna talk about himself
Just wants the generation to look at themself
He doesn't really wanna talk about himself
He just wants the generation to look at themselves

It's attack of the clones, Flo Ridin' the bones
Let me choose, I can discuss what's really home
Hell on Earth, you've been living a curse
We've been blinded since the day of our birth
And I know you don't care 'cause it really just fear
You think that you can't change anything here?
You think that you can't change anything here?
That's where you wrong, that's where you wrong

It's time for a spiritual wake up
Let's talk about getting your cake up
Kardashians put down your make-up
Making girls feel insecure for their A cup
Increase sales of plastic surgery
Wake up, bis gone past emergency
If I tell you too much information
Less the freedom will put me up in the burmary

Many hate us using our minds
Man, they hate us using our minds
And we're asked to rely on them
So that we fall behind
They hate us using their minds (they hate us using their minds)
(They hate us using their minds, they hate us using their minds)
And we're asked to rely on them
So that we fall behind

He's a bad mouth, down south, London geezer
Really loving the music, so eager
Always on the grind and no breather
Why they stop an' stay he stop to fear
We ain't from this whole dimension shifter
Deep meditate and he rolls a bifter
Surrounded by positive, he might just lift ya
Levitatin' whilst these robots hating

Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome