Musica de Joy Oladokun del Genero: Pop Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Pop son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Joy Oladokun tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog LetrasFM, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Pop, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
Here you go again
Still out, still right, still not listening
How it's always been
Doesn't make it make any sense
You were born on the high road
But somehow I always go higher (But somehow I always go higher)
Oh, I hit all the high notes
But still don't got a seat in the choir (Don't got a seat in the choir)
I've pedaled upstream where the river end
I've touched sticks and stones to an olive branch
I've made a full house from a shitty hand
Yet, here I am, still gotta be bigger than thе bigger man
Turn the other cheek
At somе point you wonder, how nice can you be?
Was it up to me?
Maybe it's your turn to think before you speak
Your streets are golden
Mine are paved with your leftovers (Mine are paved with your leftovers)
The world's spinning backwards
Same things happen over and over (Same things happen over and over)
And over
I've pedaled upstream where the river end
I've touched sticks and stones to an olive branch
I've made a full house from a shitty hand
Yet, here I am, still gotta be bigger than the bigger man
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
It's not your problem
You think it's none of your business
Oh, you think you're tired
Try it longer than three minutes
I've pedaled upstream where the river end
I've touched sticks and stones to an olive branch
I've made a full house from a shitty hand
Yet, here I am, still gotta be bigger than the bigger man
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh