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Artist: Paris Paloma
Song title: as good a reason
Genre: Hip-Hop
File type: Mp3 audio & Video
Multi Gifted singer-songwriter and music sensation, Paris Paloma, releases an amazing new track titled “as good a reason”.
This awe-inspiring track is a perfect blend of captivating lyrics, uplifting sound, and impassioned vocal performance that will definitely make its way to the music lover’s playlist in no time.
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Lyrics Paris Paloma – as good a reason
[Intro]
Ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey
La-la-la
Ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey
La-la-la
[Verse 1]
I met a woman with lips so red
A face so lined like spider webs
I'll always remember the things she said
They were so wise, she ope'd my eyes, and I'll never close again
Oh, how she sighed when she stubbed her cigarette
I felt compelled to enquire of her success
"How do you do, how do you be so in love with yourself?
Tell me please 'cause I need help"
[Chorus]
She said
"Every time you are succeeding
There's an old man somewhere seething
And spite's as good a reason to take his power (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
When you hate the body you are in
Oh, love, you're acting just for him
As he counts his gold and green in his ivory tower (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Our fear, it lines his pockets, love, so take that rage and bottle up
And put a drop into his cup of wine (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
You don't need him, you don't need me
With that poisoned bottle, you'll be free
But be damn sure you don't mix it up with mine" (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
[Post-Chorus]
Ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey
La-la-la
Ey-ey-ey-ey
La-la-la
[Verse 2]
I met a young girl with eyes so bright
She was already getting sick of life
Her arms were laden with his merchandise
She asked me why I no longer try, and waste my time
[Chorus]
And I said, "Spite!
'Cause everytime you are succeeding
There's an old man somewhere seething
And spite's as good a reason to take his power
When you hate the body you are in
Oh, love, you're acting just for him
As he counts his gold and green in his ivory tower
Our fear, it lines his pockets, love, so take that rage and bottle up
And put a drop into his cup of wine
You don't need him, you don't need me
With that poisoned bottle, you'll be free
But be damn sure you don't mix it up with mine
Be damn sure you don't mix it up with mine"
[Outro]
I met a woman with lips so red
Always remember the things she said