Текст Nate Good – You And I
Текст:
Ingrid Michaelson & Nate Good:
Let’s get rich and buy our parents’ homes in the south of France
Let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let’s get rich and build a house on a mountain, making everybody look like ants
Yeah, let’s get rich and buy our parents’ homes in the south of France
Okay, let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
(It’s Nate Good, I try to tell ’em though, I try to tell ’em though)
Let’s get rich and build a house on a mountain, making everybody look like ants
(Let’s get it, I got you home boy, uh, yes, one time, one time, one time, one time, one time)
From way up there, you and I, you and I
Nate Good:
My homie sellin’ chronic while my partner’s pushin’ property
My DJ makin’ them sandwiches, so that he can rock with me
Mom gradin’ overtime underappreciated
Damn, I feel her pain, know that it’s under-alleviated
Feel like I’m under a microscope, dopifyin’ particles
So you’ll see me pop up in little critical articles
Talkin’ ’bout who’s the next and the best and beamin’ with that potential
Ya’ll pretendin’ to like me is boostin’ my credentials
Had introductions with fancy, I’ve been acquainted with lavish
And learned that wanting is haunting when you still know you don’t have it
I want bucks like in Tampa, never lower my standards
That’s why I still got my eye on this lil’ thing from Atlanta
I’m getting better, baby, nothing is new
And if you tell me that you’ll fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you too
I got the goods for you haters, I just stick to the roots
And when the mountains blue, load a silver bullet and shoot
(I’m like)
Ingrid Michaelson:
Let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let’s get rich and build a house on a mountain, making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
Nate Good:
Round 2, man
Scotty, always keep your head up, know the universe is rootin’ for us
It’s all the days we’re fed up that’ll never let us let up
Workin’ graveyard shifts to reach the top of the totem
Swallow emotion like I’m drowned in the ocean
I’m autographin’ my initials like the MVP
Let’s make a show of my reality on MTV
Until the death I’m reppin’ local in the DMV
The kid connected from the Apple to the SEC
So many tens I see, my brother Swank and me just doin’ our thing
Now, him a DRock earned a scholarship and got that ring
We elevated, we too fly for ya’ll to chop our wings
The celebration’s overdue, bottle pop like kings
I’m fightin’ lazy, killin’ 16s with gratitude
Never liked authority and always copped an attitude
Never up for settlin’ but always up for rum and coke
I still regret it every single time I bum a smoke
Ingrid Michaelson:
Let’s get rich and buy our parents’ homes in the south of France
Let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let’s get rich and build a house on a mountain, making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
Let’s get rich and buy our parents’ homes in the south of France
Let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let’s get rich and build a house on a mountain, making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I