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Karaokê Brittle Bones Nicky - Rare Americans

Esta música é uma versão de Brittle Bones Nicky, popularizada por Rare Americans

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Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo idêntico ao original: 130 BPM

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Do♯m

Duração: 03:22 - Visualizar: 01:56

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Ano de lançamento: 2019
Estilos: Rock alternativo, Rock, Em inglês
Autor Original: James Priestner, Lubomir Ivan, Jan Cajka, Jeff Quinn

Todo o conteúdo do nosso site é inteiramente reproduzido por nossos músicos no estúdio. Não usamos nenhuma parte das gravações originais e não fazemos uso de tecnologia de separação de stems por IA de nenhuma forma.

Letra Brittle Bones Nicky

Brittle Bones Nicky
He was crafty and tricky
And that son of a bitch was gold
Yeah that son of a bitch was gold
Wires got crossed when I was about three
Dad had bloody heavy hands
Used 'em on me
My mama, bless her heart 'cos she gave me a start
She got killed, bad man
Dad stiffed in a scam
Grew up in the system
Bounced, couple homes
This woman Mary gifted me hand-me-down clothes
Shy at the start 'till this guy named Shifty who had hundred pounds on me called me Brittle Bones Nicky
A target aimed straight at my face
Big house of kids
Cred is cake
Rounded up a couple bucks
Got it freshly baked
Sat down to dinner
Put it right in his face
Right in his fucking face
You're not gonna push me around
You can't get me down, down, down
You're not gonna push me around
You can't get me down, down, down
Bounce ahead, couple years
King of my peers
We biked the block cheersin' pretty girls beers
Did alright for myself
Petty thefts I pulled
Dropped outta school
Built a circle of bulls
Needin' more money
Covered head to toe
Snuck up, sucker
Took his stash, and drove
Cash stashed, pourin' in
Bulk of it up my nose
How dumb I was
Twenty-one and way out of control
The cops kicked down my door
She did a line right off my
Said That's one way to go down
Knew I was hard as rock
Knew I was hard as rock
You're not gonna push me around
You can't get me down, down, down
You're not gonna push me around
You can't get me down, down, down
Bars, new world
Who can I trust
Killers were nice
Smugglers were rough
Met a man named Ben
Quite sharp and witty
Gave me books about money and cities
Taught me ropes
Only years coulda gained
Looked out for each other
M.O.'s the same
That night I heard Ben turnin' fifty in May
Yellin' so loud
Two decades we aged
Found him cornered
Pants down, shanked
Didn't even think twice
Man I barely blinked
If it cost me my life man I'd save my only friend
That's somethin' I could live with
I could take that 'till the end
If it cost me my life man I'd save my only friend
That's somethin' I could live with
I could take that 'till the end
You're not gonna push me around
You can't get me down, down, down
You're not gonna push me around
You can't get me down, down, down
Now every mornin'
Coffee, park
Walkin' 'round the city
Deals light or dark
I'm straight edge as a punk
Well mannered and I feel free
Tried to do what I thought was best
And that's comin' to the grave with me
As I lay here in my final nights
I try to have a laugh
I didn't win the game of life but I'd give myself a pass

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