Don Johnson Big Band - Dey Don't (Don't Dey) Songtexte
Now what the hell was that, nothing but a pelvis slap
I slapped your pelvis and I strapped it with a velvet strap
Helmet to helmet smack, contact held us back
And I might as well distract you all to come and smell this hack
Where my comrades and elders at?
And would Elvis have been Elvis if his name was Elvis Black?
Can we sell this track?
And if we split, can they weld us back?
Seldom has a beggar been as fat, what a selfish rat
He never made an effort, never held his hat
Now it's almost like all of my members lack
Any strength, and I fell in a tremendous trap
Trembling and left with a slender stack
Can it can it all be as simple as that
It's like a poorly worded sermon or assembling pack
A regular struggle, a step with a stumble
Why doesn't this soap water make enough bubbles?
Well I'mma give you something you can slowly digest
Like houses of the holy or a hole in my chest
I'm bouncing off the wall, I can only digress
"Put him in a box! Put him in a box!" - Yeah we all need our rest
Now there's an issue that was poorly addressed
And the more we progress with euphoria
Pressed into warring our flesh, what a glorious mess
Take my word, it's as good as a historians guess
I come in peace but in a warrior's dress
It's notorious! But before we assess the damage
I'll be handing out a phony address
I can manage, but I need to let my phobias rest
But to totally suppress them in a draconian arrest could leave
Them bulging like the chest within the Mona Lisa's dress
And the lonelier it gets for me, Thelonius and destiny
Might slowly get the best of me
Like lessons in napoleonic chess
I am not a rapper, I'm a drum, I just happen to speak
With a commoner's tongue, and a habit of sleep
For someone in slumber as I've been perceived to be
I got a numb enough thumb and I love tapping the beat
My feet are stubborn when they're slamming the street
I got stamina like salmon but I'm stranded upstream
An elaborate breed of rabbit supreme, I vanish and flee
In a sporadic manner of panic and glee
In a labyrinth with a bandwidth of three
Megabits per second as the standard of speed
A thousand leechers having a stab at ten seeds
I'm mad, you can bet that it's as bad as it seems
It could happen to you, it could happen to me
Acute and incurable mechanic fatigue
And to battle these encounters isn't down to simple vandalism
How to be profound or listen, power could be found to disbelief