Héctor, S. Money, Yung Jun - Berlioz sanoitukset (lyrics)
[Héctor, S. Money, Yung Jun - Berlioz sanoitukset lyrics]
Yo yo yo sagittarius
December eleventh 1803
Hector B
Boy was on that pre-med track
‘fore he started writing tracks
Romantic music was his game
Then he rose up to some fame ay
Wanted to marry a lady
Was thinkin' of her on the daily
Most beautiful woman he’d met
Ophelia in Will's Hamlet
Decided to write her a song
Just about fifty-five long
Show her the world he has known
Away with her he woulda flown
(But) Dope in his brain evoking every stage
He got love in his veins
Every movement was a phase
‘Cause he chased her, aced her
Wedding dress he placed her
Then he proved that in
Marriage he was amateur
‘Wanna divorce?' he said babe I would like to
Hit him full force but he
Found another like her
Yeah, once again a fiancé
Puttin’ on a ring but it
Didn't stop her anyway
Found somebody elsewhere
Got a man to call her bae
Lookin' at her lover B like ‘he
The one I wanna slay'
Yet he found rest in his music's way
Never learned how to play, love that octobass
Ain't follow his befores
No conventional bore
When symphony is four, said I'mma do one more
March to the blades, more like
March on the 8th, ay
Eighteen six nine, he was age sixty-five, ay
Live full heat, fantastique he was sweet
Is that Berli on that beat? Bees knees
It must be
December eleventh 1803
Hector B
Boy was on that pre-med track
‘fore he started writing tracks
Romantic music was his game
Then he rose up to some fame ay
Wanted to marry a lady
Was thinkin' of her on the daily
Most beautiful woman he’d met
Ophelia in Will's Hamlet
Decided to write her a song
Just about fifty-five long
Show her the world he has known
Away with her he woulda flown
(But) Dope in his brain evoking every stage
He got love in his veins
Every movement was a phase
‘Cause he chased her, aced her
Wedding dress he placed her
Then he proved that in
Marriage he was amateur
‘Wanna divorce?' he said babe I would like to
Hit him full force but he
Found another like her
Yeah, once again a fiancé
Puttin’ on a ring but it
Didn't stop her anyway
Found somebody elsewhere
Got a man to call her bae
Lookin' at her lover B like ‘he
The one I wanna slay'
Yet he found rest in his music's way
Never learned how to play, love that octobass
Ain't follow his befores
No conventional bore
When symphony is four, said I'mma do one more
March to the blades, more like
March on the 8th, ay
Eighteen six nine, he was age sixty-five, ay
Live full heat, fantastique he was sweet
Is that Berli on that beat? Bees knees
It must be