Представляем точный текст композиции "Backpack-N-Eldorado" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brooks Buford . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Backpack-N-Eldorado» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brooks Buford передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brooks Buford - "Backpack-N-Eldorado"
Lyrics to Backpack-N-Eldorado : Age zero in Alabama on wire road in a camper Son of a sad mom and a genius with bad grammar Moved to Atlanta drivin down Buford in a Pontiac Pops was all that, had me off in the back with Jim and Jack Knew Id grow up to be him By the time I was 12 drinkin vodka and gin Throwin rocks on the interstate, thinkin it all was great When I finally met that white girl things started to break Darkness, mayhem, I start to swayin Four days up and I start decayin Filthy, stinkin, drinkin invading homes Lookin for what' Im fadin High, poison arrow With a backpack and an Eldorado High, poison arrow And you better look up cuz you know that Im comin down Got outta reHab in the spring, started doin my thing Had been to hell twice and I was only 17 Managed to stay sober, hustle and get over Fell in love, got played, heart got mowed over Had to start takin meds, something wrong with my head Turnin into my mama layin off in the bed A six-year time lapse, good times and raps Got me a new girl and headed for relapse Darkness, mayhem, I start to swayin Four days up and I start decayin Filthy, stinkin, drinkin invading homes Lookin for what' Im fadin My stinkin, thinkin, on the brink and drinkin You wanna argue with me You might as well put my mouth to the liquor You want it, lets start it You want psychotic, you got it Dont be neurotic, too hell with logic Ill show you idiotic High, poison arrow With a backpack and an Eldorado High, poison arrow And you better look up cuz you know Im comin down I grab the keys up off the table Told my girl another fable Said I be right back, sugar Jumped in the ride and called the dealer Cuz there aint nobody realer When you need that sack, cracker Give me four of the good stuff and free my soul Give me three of the bad, I put the rest in my bowl If Im lyin, Im flyin Get busy livin or busy dyin Im dizzy from Carolina To Georgia the sun shinin Back in the hospital rainin May Dont worry bout me Ill be okay Same ol song, different day Why do I even try' Another 28 days Ill be goin away Dont worry bout me Ill be okay Same ol song, different day Tell mama not to cry Mainline the sky Gone. High, poison arrow With a backpack and an Eldorado High, poison arrow You think I wanna be domesticated' What am I' a cat' You think that maybe you could just take a couple of seconds off my back You want to scream and cry Cant you see that Im tryin real hard not to get high' What you want me to die' High, poison arrow And you better look up cause you know Im comin down [ Backpack-N-Eldorado Lyrics ]
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