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🎵 Hive Open Mic 109 - STRANGER - original song by @shemZee
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/hujyqybr
Dear friends,
I know youre used to seeing me play acoustic guitar and sing in my videos. This time Id like to show you how I create sonds in a different genre - HIP-HOP
Please, take a listen & let me know if you like it.
The song is called STRANGER
beat: Antidote beats & shemZee
lyrics: shemZee
STRANGER
Well I was walkin down da street of my old home town
with a strange rough feelin hearing strange rough sound
There was something in the air that I couldnt see like Ive forgotten home my nightmares or they`ve forgotten bout me
It was a sad hot day I was yawning lazy
n every damn thing was drivin me crazy
I got bored and sick of da same ol picture
ugly bars & streets & politician preachers
There were a few fat girls spittinsunflower seeds lookin down their noses at my ol blue jeans They say: “Aint that boy justa lookinlike a f...t? Hey f..k you punk, back off you drug addict We dont wonna see no strangers in out neighborhood
cuz thats the way we been taught in our childhood” and I said “Wait! Whats the point of that hate?”
Then I heard their reply, they said “Stranger f...g die!”
Youd better stop what youre doin to me
Youd better stop screamin, better stop talkin` bullshit
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By shemzeehttps://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/hujyqybr
Dear friends,
I know youre used to seeing me play acoustic guitar and sing in my videos. This time Id like to show you how I create sonds in a different genre - HIP-HOP
Please, take a listen & let me know if you like it.
The song is called STRANGER
beat: Antidote beats & shemZee
lyrics: shemZee
STRANGER
Well I was walkin down da street of my old home town
with a strange rough feelin hearing strange rough sound
There was something in the air that I couldnt see like Ive forgotten home my nightmares or they`ve forgotten bout me
It was a sad hot day I was yawning lazy
n every damn thing was drivin me crazy
I got bored and sick of da same ol picture
ugly bars & streets & politician preachers
There were a few fat girls spittinsunflower seeds lookin down their noses at my ol blue jeans They say: “Aint that boy justa lookinlike a f...t? Hey f..k you punk, back off you drug addict We dont wonna see no strangers in out neighborhood
cuz thats the way we been taught in our childhood” and I said “Wait! Whats the point of that hate?”
Then I heard their reply, they said “Stranger f...g die!”
Youd better stop what youre doin to me
Youd better stop screamin, better stop talkin` bullshit