paroles de chanson Remember It - murphhh

Murph with the three H's
You know it's Murph with the three H's (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Three H's, what my namesake is
Spending that money, you're all minimum wages
Yeah, putting them birds in the cages
I don't really know what my next stage is as an artist
Using all the skills I've harnessed
Big beats, the largest, the hardest
Where are my manners? The beat, I assembled it
My name's Murph and you'd better rememeber it

Yeah, I keep it cooking like bratwurst
This shit was going well good at first
One hour ain't long enough for a rap verse
Keep your chin up, bro, you're looking like a Hapsberg
You really fucked up big time
Played the DVD on VLC, not QuickTime
I ate pineapple, can you swallow this time?
Might double down on that, like you clicked twice

I might fuck around make some ten out of ten songs
And leave 'em off my LP
Me and my baby having a good time
Yeah, we might take a selfie
Avocado on toast for my tea
Yeah, I'm eating healthy
How much time left in the challenge, better check
(Peter Cech) Like you played for Chelsea

Three H's, what my namesake is
Beats so old, don't need to sound ageist
Yeah, and I don't care that you made this
In a couple days, an hour is ages
Turn the speakers on
Just released an LP with no features on
And now I'm sampling some Pokemon
And still I'm the one that you're sleeping on

Fill in a survey, data retrieval
John Lennon, my favourite Beatle
A muppet of a man like Jason Segal
I'm translucent but never see-through
Poker face showing? That's your best guess, huh?
You're a bad actor like an ex-wrestler
Class is over 'til the next semester
But don't shoot me, I'm just the messenger

Remember it, yeah
Remember it
Three H's, yeah
You'd better remember it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah