Sunlit Kiss - Rael Jones

Avistei Fui lá nas fotos dela Aquela que mais gostei De maneira sincera Eu fui lá, comentei Palavras que se espera Mas na hora inventei E me aproximei Conquistei No meio da conquista Eu até misturei Meu gene com o dela Meio japa, nem sei Minha mãe quando viu ela Disse que acertei Que a mina era de lei Me empolguei Virtua bebê, tonight Virtua bebê, tonight Eu olhei, cliquei E mal esperei De cabeça entrei Depois que me cadastrei Um universo virtual Na era da modernidade Avistei ela no mural Perdida no livro de face Menina do livro de face Perdida no livre de face Menina do livro Vou dizer Era assim 640 Caçolas registrando Fotos e vídeos Que ela ficava postando Com aquela hashtag lá Deus tá no comando Timeline bombando Na selfie Ela fazia uma fotografia Meu fim Na sensualidade da Angelina Jolie Usando curto traje que nem panicat E um áudio pra eu ouvir Tá bom pra você Me afeta o coração Mas amanhã não vou te ver mais não Que nem Chorão do Charlie Brown Eu logo pensei Que essa mina aí é proibida pra mim No way Se eu tô conectado É foto, beijo e recado Se tô desconectado, mano O dela eu nem sei Só lembro do sotaque forte do interior Só se tivesse sorte pra uma noite de amor Só vive na internet E nunca no tete-a-tete Parecia até um set Daquele filme her E seu café da manhã era uma publicação Navegando pelas redes Vendo a situação Sempre em busca d'um wi-fi Com boa conexão Um sorriso a cada toque de notificação Seu coração tem dono E ela nunca o esquece Pior que não é homem É um iphone 6s Um universo virtual Na era da modernidade Avistei ela no mural Perdida no livro de face Menina do livro de face Perdida no livre de face Menina do livro Ela é da geração Que prefere começar pelo Tinder Terminar pelo WhatsApp E reclamar no Facebook É só fake Virtua bebê, tonight Virtua bebê, tonight

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)