Joe Driscoll - Mixtape Champs | Текст песни

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I’m here to praise the past lets raise the glass
this track is for ya old school mixtape champs
a burned CD, ‘no sir, not me’
i want the analog ones - they came with side-b
to mix that style took man time and effort
cd, tape cassette and vinyl record
a good mixtape would take me 3 or 4 days
I’d have my headphones raised, well, why am I called pause, play
get the song she never heard so collect the tracks,
and get the facts to move the neck and back
I’ll pull a slow-jam, road dam, pulling out sculpture
I don’t want your phone number, rather know your culture
so that after we speak, I’ll spend, like, half of a week
getting deep on a mixtape masterpiece
and a stereo that plays the mixtape ways
Come on man we ain’t back in the days, like

Back in the days of a girlfriend mixtape
perfect prose to hit with a sick break
nowadays you just burn a playlist
I don’t care, that will never the be the same as..
Back in the days of a girlfriend mixtape
perfect prose to hit with a sick break
a girl so cool, I get old school
pull out the tape decks and pay some respect to a girl like you
I’d mix the tape for a girl like you

A good mixtape is my idea of romance
if she's got no taste, then we got no chance
original’s critical, apathy is criminal
see I strive for the pinnacle, got no time to be cynical
cause I live for that vision,
how I love women
independent, intelligent, and always crate diggin’
can good love last, it all depends
on how she reacts when I introduce my friends
this is Mahogany,
twin’s name Ebony, King Rakim, and President Eric B
And if she treats them all like honoured guests
and he gonna listen just like lord Finesse
She gotta love my boy Bob or why would I be with her
and respect Kate Tempest, she’s a firespitter
love Bill Withers, cause there ain’t nobody smoother
big up to Sam Cooke, they don’t make him how they used to

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