Song | Grits |
Artist | Pieces Of A Man |
Album | Made in Pieces |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Tim Curry/Mark Parkinson/Aden Peets/Toluwalogo Ajayi/Illya Gosling/David Klein/Dave Jones | |
作曲 : Tim Curry/Mark Parkinson/Aden Peets/Toluwalogo Ajayi/Illya Gosling/David Klein/Dave Jones | |
I ain’t ever had no black eyed beans | |
and my Mama ain’t ever fried me no mustard greens. | |
I ain’t ever wanna try no fish and grits, | |
but yo people are you feeling it? | |
I ain’t ever been to no Fillmore West | |
and I ain’t ever got down to harlem slick in my Sunday best. | |
I would love to go to Detroit City, | |
but my people are you feeling pretty? | |
I don’t know what you’ve been told | |
but I can’t hide where I came from. | |
So don’t you tell me to go home. | |
Let my soul be my soul. | |
Let your soul be your soul. | |
Let our souls be our souls. | |
Let my soul be my call... | |
I ain’t ever been to no block party | |
and the Red Sox jacking on the Bobcats - it don’t mean smack to me. | |
I would love to do a speakeasy at Mahogany, | |
but my people are you feeling me? | |
I don’t cream my skin and I don’t comb my fro. | |
And I can’t rock my sleeveless the same as a heavy like Dwele or D’Angelo. | |
And if you try to bump my fist, | |
I might panic and shake your wrist. | |
But I ain’t worried about that no, I wanna know if you’re feeling this |
zuo ci : Tim Curry Mark Parkinson Aden Peets Toluwalogo Ajayi Illya Gosling David Klein Dave Jones | |
zuo qu : Tim Curry Mark Parkinson Aden Peets Toluwalogo Ajayi Illya Gosling David Klein Dave Jones | |
I ain' t ever had no black eyed beans | |
and my Mama ain' t ever fried me no mustard greens. | |
I ain' t ever wanna try no fish and grits, | |
but yo people are you feeling it? | |
I ain' t ever been to no Fillmore West | |
and I ain' t ever got down to harlem slick in my Sunday best. | |
I would love to go to Detroit City, | |
but my people are you feeling pretty? | |
I don' t know what you' ve been told | |
but I can' t hide where I came from. | |
So don' t you tell me to go home. | |
Let my soul be my soul. | |
Let your soul be your soul. | |
Let our souls be our souls. | |
Let my soul be my call... | |
I ain' t ever been to no block party | |
and the Red Sox jacking on the Bobcats it don' t mean smack to me. | |
I would love to do a speakeasy at Mahogany, | |
but my people are you feeling me? | |
I don' t cream my skin and I don' t comb my fro. | |
And I can' t rock my sleeveless the same as a heavy like Dwele or D' Angelo. | |
And if you try to bump my fist, | |
I might panic and shake your wrist. | |
But I ain' t worried about that no, I wanna know if you' re feeling this |
zuò cí : Tim Curry Mark Parkinson Aden Peets Toluwalogo Ajayi Illya Gosling David Klein Dave Jones | |
zuò qǔ : Tim Curry Mark Parkinson Aden Peets Toluwalogo Ajayi Illya Gosling David Klein Dave Jones | |
I ain' t ever had no black eyed beans | |
and my Mama ain' t ever fried me no mustard greens. | |
I ain' t ever wanna try no fish and grits, | |
but yo people are you feeling it? | |
I ain' t ever been to no Fillmore West | |
and I ain' t ever got down to harlem slick in my Sunday best. | |
I would love to go to Detroit City, | |
but my people are you feeling pretty? | |
I don' t know what you' ve been told | |
but I can' t hide where I came from. | |
So don' t you tell me to go home. | |
Let my soul be my soul. | |
Let your soul be your soul. | |
Let our souls be our souls. | |
Let my soul be my call... | |
I ain' t ever been to no block party | |
and the Red Sox jacking on the Bobcats it don' t mean smack to me. | |
I would love to do a speakeasy at Mahogany, | |
but my people are you feeling me? | |
I don' t cream my skin and I don' t comb my fro. | |
And I can' t rock my sleeveless the same as a heavy like Dwele or D' Angelo. | |
And if you try to bump my fist, | |
I might panic and shake your wrist. | |
But I ain' t worried about that no, I wanna know if you' re feeling this |