Promises, songs became monuments Of water poured into the sand where's nothing blossoming
Gave what I had when it wasn't what was wanted
Nor needed, is that an excuse so you can keep it?
Love has no refunds, that's why we feel cheated Noone to blame yet no use being lenient Romanticism pictures us meeting on a day So fleeting, far away in the future
Where depression can't claw at us no more, nor would it Or could it, impatient me wishing it was sooner
Realism sees us splitting, time goes by And we find what we looked for in each other inside
We don't look in each other and find someone who cares But resentment for reminding each other of past fears
So talks are less frequent, we'll come across pictures Of each other in the arms of another lover, Beaming
Just another chapter in a book never finished One day you'll play that song and cry tears cause you remember
Your man's gonna ask "What's wrong", you'll say "Nothing" And erase it, a memory to trace the one that made it
You've learned to let go of the past, and so I faded You'll know it to be true, you just hate it 'cause I say it
Promises, songs became monuments Of oaths sworn solemnly, back in 2003 We used to rec songs on tapes,
Making beats On the PlayStation, bang'em on your NGage, kids hating
Never gave a thought, I felt I would be a star We'd be on, all them hoes gon' be there when we perform
Dreams of a teenager, met with a crew, thought we would be major But setbacks have changed us
Your bro always got in some shit, me and moms always fighting I dropped out of highschool, you dropped the mic, then I locked myself in, made songs and kept writing Met my first girlfriend, everything was tight, then
Three years later hit rock bottom, I had to change You was in debt, stressing hard, dawg, I felt your pain
I bought pots for your crib, brought food on my visits You asked me if I'm really still spitting
Played you my newest songs, you would never listen Started sneak dissing my plans, I saw the ending when you unfriended me, I was grinning A year later, walked past me, pretending that I'm a stranger
False pride on both sides, you were probably jaded From seeing me doing me without you, like I won't make it It's all good, live your life, you know what fucks me up We will never get to see each other coming up
Promises, songs became monuments Of goals there to dwarf all your former great accomplishments
When aspiring and struggling become synonymous And success is measured by economists
When you make enough money, people praise you like a prophet Be beautiful enough, they treat you like a goddess
People love to wax poetic about purpose What they really mean is sell your motherfucking product
Nothing deep about it, I ain't feeling philosophic People preach self-love and some do it for a profit
In love with potential like it's all about a concept But hate it when a person's really honest
I am not a rapper, I just rap, maybe I am not an artist Or maybe I'm whatever you decide, but I doubt it
I love to contradict myself, as an iconoclast Always busy creating personal monuments.
supported by 22 fans who also own “Monuments feat. Cedric Till”
Compilation Electro avec divers groupes français, très intéressante, avec son lot de bonnes découvertes et de moins bonnes... mais dans l'ensemble, un sympathique cliché temporel de la créativité française sur la scène variée de l'Electro !
N.B. = Avec un seul titre par artiste, il est toujours bien compliqué de choisir objectivement un favori ou de se faire un avis ! EklektikTrip
supported by 19 fans who also own “Monuments feat. Cedric Till”
After listening to Degiheugi's large discography, my choice settled on this album. It seems to me to be the most successful. I appreciate the richness of hiphop trip-pop jazzy-chill nu-soul sounds. The French vocal are amazing. jef37