domingo, 6 de abril de 2014
RigaMusicaAnalise #228 Flo Rida "I cry"
It wasn't easy get into the top
Born and raised in Carol City, Florida
I went through more than any man should have to
Growing up in the projects
Now I'm back for the kids
This is the story of my struggle
What's yours?
I know
Caught up in the middle
I cry just a little
When I think of letting go
Oh, no
Gave up on the riddle
I cry just a little
When I think of letting go
know you wanna get behind the wheel, but only 1 Rida
Eyes shut still got me swimming like a diver
Can't let go, I got fans in Okinawa
My heart to Japan quake losers and survivors
Norway, no, you didn't get my flowers
No way to sound better, but the killer was a coward
Face just showers, the minute in a hour
Heard about the news all day went sour
Lil mama got me feeling like a limit here
Put you in the box just the presidents cigarettes
Give’em my regards or regardless I get arrested
Ain't worried about the killers, just the young and restless
Get mad ‘cause the quarter million on my necklace
DUI never said I was driving reckless
You and I or jealously was not oppressive
Oh, no, I can't stop, I was destined
I know
Caught up in the middle
I cry just a little
When I think of letting go
Oh, no
Gave up on the riddle
I cry just a little
When I think of letting go
Go, go, go
I know
Caught up in the middle
I cry just a little
When I think of letting go
Oh, no
Gave up on the riddle
I cry just a little
When I think of letting go
Champagne buckets still got two tears in it
And I put that on my tattoo of Jimi Hendrix
Get depressed ought the outfit all in it
‘Cause the press tell it all, get a meal ticket
Clean next get a call just a lil’ visit
Sacrifice just to make a hit still vivid
Rihanna kiss you on ya neck just kill critics
Buggatti never when I'm rich, just God-fearing
Look at me steering, got the bossing staring
Got the cook feeling it
Mr. Mike Caren, tell his Billie Jeans
I’m on another planet
Thank E-Class, Big Chuck, or Lee Prince Perries
Buy my momma chandeliers on my tears, dammit
Thirty years you had thought these emotions vanish
Tryna live, tryna figure how my sister vanish
No cheers, I know you wouldn't panic
I know
Caught up in the middle
I cry just a little
When I think of letting go
Oh, no
Gave up on the riddle
I cry just a little
When I think of letting go
Go, go, go
I know
Caught up in the middle
I cry just a little
When I think of letting go
Oh, no
Gave up on the riddle
I cry just a little
When I think of letting go
When I need a healing
I just look up to the ceiling
I see the sun coming down
I know it’s all better now
When I need a healing
I just look up to the ceiling
I see the sun coming down
know it’s all better now
When I need a healing
I just look up to the ceiling
I see the sun coming down
I know it’s all better now
I know, I know, I know, I know, I I I
I think of letting go
I know
Caught up in the middle
I cry just a little
When I think of letting go
Oh, no
Gave up on the riddle
I cry just a little
When I think of letting go
Go, go, go
I know
Caught up in the middle
I cry just a little
When I think of letting go
Oh no
Gave up on the riddle
I cry just a little
Curiosidades: o vídeo foi filmado na terra natal de Flo rida
Analise geral: um vídeo biográfico, muito simples, em que não há muito a dizer.
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4 comentários:
olha lá Riga, porque é que aparecem espaços enormes nos posts?
este aqui por exemplo entre o video e a letra está um espaço branco gigantesco.
arruma lá isso para ficar o blog mais atractivo pá...
tive problemas a editar este post, em especial na parte da letra, por isso ao contrario do que é habitual a letra ficou a 2 km do video
pois, bem me parecia, dá ideia que o blog acaba depois do video, não consegues juntar mais os espaços?
estás a ver como ficou melhor?
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