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Jay Z ft Justin Timberlake, bere dall'”Holy Grail” non è mica facile

L'immortalità non prevede privacy: una volta che bevi dall'Holy Grail, non si torna più indietro... ok?

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Pubblicato il 17 ottobre 2013, alle ore 12:28

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Jay Z ft Justin Timberlake, bere dall'”Holy Grail” non è mica facile
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Il buon vecchio Jay Z e il giovane Justin Timberlake, in “Holy Grail” ci raccontano di quanto è difficile essere baciati dal successo e dalla fama, di come sia complicato diventare immortali e dover gestire i paparazzi continuando a fare il proprio business. Nel frattempo vivere. C’è da stare attenti, sempre, per non finire come Mc Hammer, Mike Tyson o Kurt Kobain, insomma. Parole sue.

Il testo qui sotto:

You’d take the clothes off my back and I’d let you
You’d steal the food right out my mouth and I’d watch you eat it
I still don’t know why, why I love you so much, ohh
You curse my name, in spite to put me to shame
Have my laundry in the streets, dirty or clean, give it up for fame
But I still don’t know why, why I love it so much
And baby, it’s amazing I’m in this maze with you
I just can’t crack your code
One day you screaming you love me loud
The next day you’re so cold
One day you’re here, one day you’re there, one day you care
You’re so unfair, sipping from your cup ‘til it runneth over, Holy Grail
Blue told me remind you niggas
Fuck that shit y’all talking ‘bout, I’m the nigga
Caught up in all these lights and cameras
But look what that shit did to Hammer
Goddammit it I like it
Bright lights is enticing but look what it did to Tyson
All that money in one night, thirty mill for one fight
But soon as all the money blows, all the pigeons take flight
Fuck the fame, keep cheating on me, what I do, I took her back
Fool me twice, that’s my bad, I can’t even blame her for that
Enough to make me wanna murder, momma please just get my bail
I know nobody to blame, Kurt Cobain, I did it to myself
And we all just entertainers
And we’re stupid and contagious
And we all just entertainers
Now I got tattoos on my body, psycho bitches in my lobby
I got haters in the paper, photo shoots with paparazzi
Can’t even take my daughter for a walk, see ‘em by the corner store
I feel like I’m cornered off enough is enough, I’m calling this off
Who the fuck I’m kidding though, I’m getting high, sitting low
Sliding by in that big body, curtains all in my window
This fame hurt but this chain works, I think back you asked the same person
If this is all you had to deal with, nigga deal with, this shit ain’t work
This light work, camera snapping, my eyes hurt
Niggas dying back where I was birthed, fuck your IRIS and the IRS
Get the hell up off your high horse
You got the shit that niggas die for, dry yours
Why you mad, take the good with the bad
Don’t throw the baby out with the bath water
You still alive, still that nigga
Nigga you survived, you still getting bigger nigga
Living the life, Vanilla wafers in a villa
Illest nigga alive, Michael Jackson’s Thriller
You get the air out my lungs whenever you need it
And you take the blade right out my heart, just so you can watch me bleed
And I still don’t know why, why I love you so much, yeah
And you play this game in spite to drive me insane
I got it tattooed on my sleeve forever in ink with guess whose name
But I still don’t know why, why our love is so much

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