Testo At the Video Shoot - Grits
Testo della canzone At the Video Shoot (Grits), tratta dall'album The Art of Translation
You a video girl
(you must be kidding me girl)
You a video girl
(you must be kidding me girl)
Video girl create your own world
The only one in existence is you
No one's resistant to you
You and only you and you
Seem like a dream on the screen
Tantalize and titillate,
Video girl of the world
She was slightly dressed
Out 2 impress, ready 2 party
Gettin casted 4 tha club scenes
Dyin 2 shake her body
To get on tha set
She compromised 4 tha dollas
Dancin freaky w/ tha rappers
Obsessed w/ poppin collers
Bought some hair and nails
Found some dudes that rap
While shes rockin tha tiny shorts
And thashirt from baby gap
Misinformed adolescent
She was teenage old
Never told of her inner goal
When she was wrongfully clothed
Just a jewel that got appraised by unqualified guys
They lied, shotload, dont kno her worth in God's eyes
Fellas after tha flesh, they aint goin' see wat im gettin
Cuz they measure every girl by these video women
I'm sick of all they constant bouncin then they say
We disrespectful cuz we crave em with our instant
Pouncin the money drive em to mishaps and under
They thongs lie decay and collapse no morals perhaps
The scenery's pretty the suns shining it's nice out
A pretty girl freakin on a pimp who'd knock her lights out
Gangsta with gold fronts and the girl he's advancin on
Would rather run him over with the truck she's dancing on
And he'd be hurt up pretty badly i must say word up
It aint over bone is third up
Don't debate it i know they hate being affiliated
To this world they created with
Facades that leave you devastated
The glamorous life price for your souls rest
Simple mentality in a world complex
Star studded reality 5 minutes or less
Broken dreams and ambitions lost with respect
She was an innocent queen with rubber bands and berets
Young diva runnin things commanding every step
Then the pace picked up and she learned to be fast
Short skirt tight clothes good spirit turned bad
Hollywood caught a glimpse of your beauty untamed
At the cost you played whatever price you paid
Through away your identity even changed your name
In your world of fame child you need to be shamed
In tha world of fame
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Writer(s): Otto Price, Rick Robbins
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