Trabalho Sujo

A rádio 107.7 The End, de Seattle, descolou uma versão de TREZE minutos do semihit que o Gorillaz fez de encomenda pra Converse.

E o Vulture descolou a letra:

(Damon Albarn)
I’m a pale imitator of a boy in the sky
With a cap in his hand and a knot in his tie
I’m the light in the mall when the power is gone
The shadow in the corner, just playin’ along
I’ma lay right in my bed, I’m rolling aside
But if I get a car (Uh), I’m roamin’ to rob
Because I know if I ever chill of livin’ to you
You’ve got a folding chair, and you don’t know what to do
You talk

(James Murphy?)

You wanna do it, but you don’t know what you’re doin’, baby
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
You wanna feel it, but you don’t know what you’re feelin’, good night
(All right, how are we doing?)

And if you’re thinking that I don’t know what you’re thinkin’, baby
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
You’re done with thinking and I’m going out and making it right
(All right, how do you do?)

(Albarn)

I’m impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo
I’m at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and so’
I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead
And if I ever had to do it, well, you know I wouldn’t care
I just kicked down, I love when I’m seen
Yeah, and if I’m on a tour back, the message is free
Then there’s a fire, a ray, a knot in sight
And if you get popped here, you get ‘em a lot
You get a heart, bake

You wanna do it, but you don’t know what you’re doin’, baby
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
You wanna feel it, but you don’t know what you’re feelin’, good night
(All right, how are we doing?)

And if you’re thinking that I don’t know what you’re thinkin’, baby
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
You’re done with thinking and I’m going out and making it right
(All right, how do you do?)

(Andre 3000)

Every time we try, we get nowhere
Wouldn’t it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah?
Tryin’ so hard to act like we don’t care (Hmmm)
But it’s true, you do, nothin’ is left, so I guess I’m right

New word: Onomateopoeia (Boom)
Quit actin’ like you don’t wanna be here
Fuck around and get jumped like leap year
Glock and a glove make you really wanna leave me a…
…lone, get the fuck on, go’n
Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy songs
Rap ain’t nothin’ but an auto-talkin’ kit
My girl look pretty up there ridin’ dick
My plaid past, my solid future
Astronaut ass and a gorgeous coochie
I’m an outcast, but you’re into me
Summer got mad ’cause winter blew me
That Juicy Fruit, that splooshie-sploosh
Generation X on bloop-de-bloop
Get duked out, or get dookie-duked
Er’rybody hit the floor, we through the roof
Like a chimney, now come in me
How come it be, some lame, man
Nigga talkin’ ’bout “Aww, he don’t rap enough”
But y’all rap a lot and I’m like “Wrap it up, hoe”
Ye ain’t Scarface, ye ain’t Willie D
Ye ain’t Bushwick, ye ain’t killin’ me
Better play with ya ma’fuckin’ mama
Betcha still stay witcha ma’fuckin’ mama
Keep sleepin’ on me, I’ma rock my pajamas
In the daytime, I swear, I promise
Dare a nigga say somethin’, tear a nigga face off
How come blacks don’t play baseball?
Y’all white, know y’all can taste all this fly shit
I stay finna take off

Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Ye ain’t fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Well, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you just ain’t a thing

Bet it up, head erupts
A lava language and a vocal volcanic
If it ain’t fixed, don’t broke it, don’t panic
If it ain’t this, it ain’t shit, goddammit
If it ain’t this, it ain’t dope, it don’t flush
And if it ain’t hip or don’t hop, well then hush
“Man, they sound like,” “Man, they stole yo’,”
“Man, they look like”: Nope, it ain’t us

Ah, do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Is you really Slick Rick? No, you just ain’t a thing

Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Ye ain’t fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

Every time we try, we get nowhere
Wouldn’t it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah?
Tryin’ so hard to act like we don’t care (I ‘on’t care)
But it’s true, you do, nothin’ is left, so I guess I’m right

Flip the page, our days are revelations (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, I’ve got no patience!
Oh, it’s all a part of the process (Okay, okay)
Nothin’s new, it’s true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you’re right!

(I even mumble I’m the shit)
(Need mumble, I can mumble)
(I can mumble that I’m the shit)

I’m the shit!
I’m the shit!
Yeahhhhh, I’m the shit!
Haaaaaaa, I’m the shit!

I know it sound good to you!
‘Cause it sound excellent to me!
I’m the shit, yeahhhhh!
Yeah, I’m the shit!

I do it ’cause I’m convinced
I do it ’cause I’m the shit
I’m never on the fence!
Ah! I’m never on the fence!

Yeahhhh! I’m the shit!
Yeaaaah! I’m the shit!
Yeah!
I could even take keys on y’all!
I can even make it a hunnid degrees on y’all, I’m the shit!
Yeah, yeahhhh! I’m the shit!
Ahhhhhhh, I’m the shit!

Mumble ’cause I’m the shit
Yeah, I can mumble ’cause I’m the shit, I can mumble
I don’t have to say shit ’cause I’m the shit
I don’t have to say a goddamn thing ’cause I’m the motherfucking shit
And you know it!
I’m the shit!

Say it wit’ me!
I’m the shiiiit…

Sometimes I feel like the shit
Sometimes I feel like the shit, sometimes I feel like I’m shit
Sometimes I wanna stand for somethin’, then sometimes wanna sit
I didn’t really plan on cussin’, but sometime it just slip

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! I’m the shit!
I’m the shit!
Yeaaaaaah, I’m the shit!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh! I’m the shit!
Yeaaaaaaaaah! I’m the shit!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh, yeah! I’m the shit!

I know it sound good to youuuuu
‘Cause it sound good to meeeeee
I’m the shit!
Yeah, yeah, I’m the shit!

You need to walk away from the mic
‘Cause I’m the shit! I did it tonight
I’m the shit! Yeah, I do it riiiight
I’m the shit! I don’t even have to sing in key
Ohhh! It’s ALL ABOUT ME! I’m the shit!

Run back to the mud! I’m the shit!
I could do this shit all night! I’m the shit!
I could do it in the day, I’m the shit!
I could do it any way, I’m the shit!
Yeahhhhh, I’m the shit!

That’s it
Yeah, I can say it
Now I can say it, don’t you see it?

I don’t even sweat!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I’m the shit!
I’M THE SHIT!
I SAID I’M THE SHIT!

It might sound good to you
It sound excellent to me

Fuck! I’m the shit!
I’m the shit!

I take a piss ’cause I’m the shit!
I can fart on it, I’m the shit!
I can squat on it, I’m the shit!
I get dome on it, I’m the shit!
I make her climb on it, I’m the shit!
This song will be I’m the shit!
The sun love me, I’m the shit!
The moon is jealous of me!
The sun is jealous of me!
The rain is jealous of me!
EVERYTHING IS JEALOUS OF ME!
I’M THE SHIT!

I’M THE SHIT!
I’M THE SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAHHHH
AHHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH, AH-AH-AH-AH, AH-AH-AH-AH

You can’t have a piece of my pie! I’m the shit!
I’m that guy! I’m the shit!
I don’t know why! But I’m the shit!

Yeah, I’m the shit
Don’t even have to scream
I don’t even have to dream
I’m the shit, I make you cream
‘Cause I’m the shit
Yeahhh, I’m the shit

When I stand up, everybody sit, I’m the shit
Asshole

Sometime I feel like the shit, sometime I feel like I’m shit
Sometime I wanna stand for somethin’, then sometime wanna sit
Didn’t really plan on cussin’, but sometime it just slip
When you the mayonnaise and the mustard, you can’t relish in it
And when them panties turn to custard, who the hell do they miss?
And when the nanny fucks the husband, what does she tell the kids?
That’s a whole ‘nother discussion, we can’t fit in our kicks
That’s a whole ‘nother discussion, you can’t fit in these kicks
Yeah

The way I feel tonight, I think I’ll wear these shades
For the rest of my life
Yeah
Yeah

The way I feel tonight, I think I’ll wear these shades for the rest of my life
The way I feel tonight, I think I’ma wear these shades for the rest of my life
That way, you won’t be able to see the disappointment in my eyes
‘Cause they don’t lie (Don’t lie…), not to my eyes (Not to my eyes…)
Nah, they don’t lie (Don’t lie…), not to my eyes (Not to my eyes…), un-un
(They don’t lie, they don’t lie…)
(Not to my eyes, not to my eyes…)
(Not to my eyes, not to my eyes…)
(Not to my eyes, not to my eyes…)

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