Testo Dance Now - JID
Testo della canzone Dance Now (JID), tratta dall'album The Forever Story
Bum-bum-bum, ba-dum-bum, bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum, ba-dum-bum, bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum, ba-dum-bum, bum-bum
Aye, aye, aye, a-bum-bum-bum, aye
Look, look
J-I-D back in the city with it
Jiddy done been all across the globe
They say "JID a scribbler, he silly with it"
"When he spitting, I hope he don't sell his soul"
"He should be good, man, he signed to Cole"
"He from the hood, n-, down the road"
"He was just jugging right by the store"
Then they saw the patrol, it was time to roll
Saw the patrol, it was time to ride
Motor running on Memorial Drive
Got a country cousin cruising with the -
In Savannah at the Florida-Georgia line
Got a couple family members in Atlanta
Not Atlanta, we let Omerettà decide
They just gon' let that - fly
'Cause you n- bugging, spray pesticides
It's me and the bros, it's no extra guys
And they moving weight, it's no exercise
We could pick a date to come stretch you out
Only showing muscle when it's flexing time
You could see the hustle, you could recognize
Overcame struggle when the Devil tried
Lemme bear it all when I'm telling God
You know I'ma rant when I talk to Jah
Say that I can't, lie
Ain't dapping no hand, sanitize
We gon' slide on your man, landslide
There's a - in my pants, hand cocked
You gon' try to recant, you can't now
I could step on a ant, ant pile
I'ma shoot at the ground, dance now
Dan-, ooh, dan-, pshh
Oh, what a handsome gift (yeah)
To live in the land of sin (uh)
Riding with bags and - (uh)
And my lil' nasty chick (yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
That's what I asked of Him (uh)
Told me He'd grant my wish (yeah)
You dance with the devil (oh, oh)
You'll never dance again (oh, oh)
Dance now, dan-, dan-, pshh, dan-
Dance now, dan-, dan-, pshh, dan-
Dance now, dan-, dan-, pshh, dan- (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Dance now, dan-, dan-, pshh, dan- (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I'm not a two-stepping man, I said, "I do not dance"
It's a g- inside my pants, and the whole world's in his hands (dance)
It depends, penny for your sins (for your sins)
Shooting up the block, can't stop revenge (oh)
Nappy dreadlocks like a rasta man (rasta man)
Where the story ends and the plot begins
Uh, look, momma said, "The messiah's in moccasins
Tryna save the kids in them apartments
And show a way to live with other options"
Opulence, decadence, black excellence and lots of it
I could cop the newest Beamer, Bentley or Balenciaga's
I could pay for this lil' n- scholarship
I ain't caught up in rap n- politics
Play with me and you playing yourself
Playing with death, say him a prayer
Cathy and Carl got a - on the shelf
I'm in DeKalb County open-carrying, catering, chef
Cooking up another plate of the best
Me and Christo got it popping like it's Crisco
Fried chicken, I'm - her thighs
Then I put my face in her -
I took a drive, my plug on the West side
Of Atlanta, he known to finesse guys
With the - on Campbellton, headshots
On the camera, knock out a dreadlock
That's a felony charge, he caught a F
N- come to the A and get X'd out (X)
But I only been here 'cause I'm tryna help
Only one you can help is yourself now
Say that I can't, lie
Ain't dapping no hand, sanitize
We gon' slide on your man, landslide
There's a - in my pants, hand cocked
You gon' try to recant, you can't now
I could step on a ant, ant pile
I'ma shoot at the ground, dance now
Dan-, ooh, dan-, pshh, dan-
Oh, what a handsome gift
To live in the land of sin (uh)
Riding with bags and -
And my lil' nasty chick (ah, ah, ah, ah)
That's what I asked of Him
Told me He'd grant my wish
You dance with the devil (oh, oh)
You'll never dance again (oh, oh)
Dance now, dan-, dan-, pshh, dan-
Dance now, dan-, dan-, pshh, dan-
Dance now, dan-, dan-, pshh, dan- (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Dance now, dan-, dan-, pshh, dan- (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Life is a journey, you know? Not a destination
Lean not towards the egoistic intonations (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Positive vibrations bring real liberation (oh, oh, oh, oh)
It's the will of the heart, the strength of the mind
And the love of the Creator that will help us rise out of these sadistic situations (ah, ah, ah, ah)
And experience the purity that exists inna creation, you know? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Credits
Writer(s): Destin Route, John Christopher Welch Ii, Zachary Goldschmiedt, Elisha Mlotek, Shlomo Ari Gaisin, Aviad Poznansky, Kenny Manson
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