paroles de chanson Midas Touch - Calvary Dominique

(Bro, if I don't hear this song at every summer pool party
I'm gonna sue whoever manages those parties
Cause this is a total bop, so it should be played, y'know?
Haha I have no idea what I'm saying... We're just gonna roll with it...)

I swear man, these snakes are getting more bold
They just slither up to you and act like you've got on blindfolds
Like I can see your slithery nature, Jake
You're not slick, you're a snake
Now slither outta here before I throw you in this lake
Sing it with me, you're not slick Jake, you're a snake
Sing oh oh oh oh, you're not slick Jake, you're a snake
Now get out of here before I throw you in this lake now
It's almost time for the breakdown

(Now I apologize to anyone out there actually named Jake
I've got no beef with you, I'm sure you're a nice person and all
It's just that snake rhymed with Jake, and I was kind of going for convenience sake
And... yeah, I'm just gonna stop there, this is awkward...)

Now I just took a look at my watch
And now I'm like what the hell man, I'm getting old now
High school is already over, where did the time go
How am I grown? (oh how I am I?)
But now that I'm here, they will all say, "Pipe down and do what you're told"
But I'm like, nah fam, that's a no
Cause why settle for the dust when you can reach for the gold
I said why settle for the dust when you can reach for the gold?

Sing I got it, I got it (ay)
I got it, I got it (ay)
I got the Midas Touch!
I got the Midas Touch!
Sing I got it, I got it (ay)
I got it, I got it (ay)
I got the Midas Touch!
I got the Midas Touch!

(Wait a minute... who are you? Wait a minute... who are you?)

7 billion people and you wanna be famous?
Boy, if you don't STEM it up, I might have to call you brainless!
There's so much content out there, you are gonna be nameless!
Well, at least I won't sell my soul to an office before the grave hits! (ohhhh)
(Okay, that was a little excessive)
All I'm saying is that we've all got one chance at greatness, so why not chase it?
I'm not here to be boring, I was born to incinerate stages
So you can keep your shade and your judgmental faces
I know you'll all try to call me up once I've made it
But I'll be like (congratulations, you played yourself)
Now all the best days are ahead as long as I keep going
You wanna settle for what's phony, I'll settle for not knowing
And if you wanna ride with me, then you best be showing

Are you a friend or foe? (ay)
If you won't stay, then go (yeah)
I don't have time for woes (ay)
I'm saving up all this dough (yeah)
If you are fake I'll know (ay)
I've had enough of those (yeah)
I've had enough of those (ay)
I've had enough of those (sing)
Are you a friend or foe? (yeah)
If you won't stay then go (ay)
I don't have time for woes (yeah)
I'm saving up all this dough (ay)
If you are fake I'll know
I've had enough of those
I've had enough, I've had enough, I've had enough

See I wasn't at that party throwing up in baskets
Cause I spent last Friday night trying to make a classic
Not tryna fit in with this with this world of plastic
I'm here to stretch our minds, call me Mr. Fantastic
And I could write another song that's sad and dramatic
But it's summer, so all these people want right now is a bop
Give me a second, let me chop it up
The song of the summer as sweet as some chocolate (as sweet as some chocolate)
I'm so tired my eyes wanna fall out of their sockets
But I'm the king of phonics, I turn poetry into a rocket
My life's a perpetual oof, but I'm an oof with bars
I know my worth, no need to flex with fancy cars
Haha relatable, put that on a hashtag
Tell these kids to find their passion
Tell these kids to slay their dragons
Put these lines in your next caption
They say a leopard can't change its spots, but I'm changing, somebody call the cops
Suburban kid making straight up, straight up, straight up bops
Tippy-tippy-toeing to the top, so when I get there, they'll be like when did he pop up? (yeah)
Bruh, I've been dope all these years, why you just catching up? (yeah)
Bro I just wanna be like Peter Parker
Be a legend, save the world, and get the girl like a boss (yeah), get the girl like a boss (yeah)
You can call me an Italian chef cause best believe I got the sauce
My chill got lost in translation, I left it at Tosche Station
I don't make songs, boy I make movies
Why you coming for me? You brought your groupies?
Nah fam, I only want real ones, not fake ones
I promise I ain't got no patience (ay), I ain't got no patience (yeah)
I mean imagine being so negative that you think it's cool being repetitive
Spitting fake lines with some sedatives
That ain't me, son, I got etiquette!
This is a restart
Hop in this ski kart
Blow up your speakers
Sing from the bleachers

Sing I got it, I got it (ay)
I got it, I got it (ay)
I got the Midas Touch
I got the Midas Touch!