Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aerodynamic, artist - Daft Punk. Album song Daft Club, in the genre Хаус
Date of issue: 30.11.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Daft life, Parlophone
Song language: English
Aerodynamic |
Tired of livin’this life everyday it’s a gamble |
Puttin’pieces together that don’t even assemble |
Feelin’like somebody I don’t like but I resemble |
I’m so sick up in here and it’s time to make moves |
I try to blow caps in everything I do My life is a shame I’m tryin’to just get through |
I’m movin’through the trenches, |
With my mike and my crew |
When I’m (?) I got to keep goin' |
Sure this happened for me, I’m not even knowin' |
The storm has passed, |
And yet the flowers still growin' |
Still makin’moves, right now shit is on |
I see a glimps of life that shines in my face |
I wanna send my heart takes me to another place |
See right now what I want I can achieve |
All I have to do is stick to myself and believe |
Where you at, uh-huh |
(To all my street niggers makin’money, make it happen ya’ll) |
Where you at uh-huh |
(To my lady’s doin’your thing, do it you’re the best girl) |
Where you at, uh-huh |
(To all my Daft Punk people, makin’the happy, keep it movin', let’s do it ya’ll) |
Where you at, uh-huh |
(Uh, everybody, everybody ya’ll) |
Where you |
Don’t make no sense in the way we all are |
Niggers can’t get a chick (chick) without a car |
Anybody ask me (me) I been the star (star) |
Always knew that one day (day) I would go far |
Some of these rap niggers they need a rain check (check) |
I don’t understand how they got a mike, check check |
Get your head right, true, you look a wreck |
And in the mean time we gone get the pay check |
You know, no we ain’t the ones to judge |
But uh, there’s people out here |
Who are really puttin’it down, and that’s real |
You know, slum village, can’t even do our thing |
Make it happen yo (tss) like this |
Where you at uh-huh |
(To my niggers down for the struggle, keep it up baby) |
Where you at uh-huh |
(My nine to five niggers, street hustlers, roll-the-dice niggers) |
Where you at uh-huh |
(To all my chicks tryin’to get the paper, keep doin’that) |
Where you at uh-huh |
(See everybody makin’moves, don’t stop keep it all) |
Lies, you fled Babylon of life and death on the tide of dawn |
From the drunk to stack at home |
To when you strut them adam bombs, and they detinate |
You wonder why I write so graphic |
When here bullets shatter light poles into white snow fragments |
It’s catestrophic that you picked up on it like an antenna object |
You either find your hustle with demand and profit |
Instead in the land of plot and schemin' |
'Cause today’s microscopic, |
Do bi-focal fiber-optics |
My friend’s down with suit and ties inside of boxes |
Flip me out when you hit the ground like a fightin’ostritch |
But life is just a pair of dice droppin' |
In mid stumble |
A precious jewel you seclude when you in the struggle |
Where you at uh-huh |
Where you at uh-huh |
Where you at uh-huh |
Where you at uh-huh |
Where you |
Where you at uh-huh |
Where you at uh-huh |
Where you |