Strange
Mr. Club Lyrics
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No one's seen this halo across the room, I can't let go
The sun become her foe, since the blind covered the window
The rain pounds on the tin roof once again
Woman of the night, it's alright
Can't believe my eyes, can't believe
Strange Love, in the dark
Like I'm falling, I'm falling, I've been calling I'm calling for
Like I'm falling, I'm falling, I've been calling, for your Strange Love
Crawling through the dark, while I'm reaching for your heart
Fingers numb, overcome, now your love becomes the sun to me
Give me some of your time, never got your message
I threw away my read receipt you got my second guessing
Woman of the night, it's alright, it's alright
Can't believe my eyes, can't believe
Strange Love, Strange Love, in the dark, in the dark
Like I'm falling, I'm falling, I've been calling I'm calling for
Strange Love, Strange Love, in the dark, in the dark
Like I'm falling, I'm falling, I've been calling, for your Strange Love
Woman of the night ya you got me hypnotized
You're my lifeline, baby you're my lifeline
Woman of the night ya you came into my life
I come alive, baby I come alive
Strange Love, in the dark, like I'm falling, I'm falling apart
Strange Love, Strange Love, in the dark, in the dark
Like I'm falling, I'm falling, I've been calling I'm calling for
Strange Love, Strange Love, in the dark, in the dark
Like I'm falling, I'm falling, I've been calling for your Strange Love baby, ya
The song "Strange" by Mr. Club is a rap song full of violent lyrics and imagery depicting life on the streets for young men growing up in poverty. The chorus repeatedly asks how many people want to ride tonight and either die or survive. The singer describes himself as a thug rapper, constantly looking over his shoulder at the people who may come after him, glancing around in the middle of the night to make sure he's alone. He likens himself to a famous artist, Leonardo De Vinci, but suggests that his fame is full of envy from others, painting a picture of a world where even success is dangerous.
He talks about how he was brought up in the streets and how poverty is a way of life for most people living there. He's constantly on the run, dodging the police and trying to survive, seeing visions of his friends being buried or himself being locked up in prison. He doesn't have time for compassion, saying that life is a "trick bitch" and that anyone who cries or complains is out of luck.
The singer suggests that he and his friends are the "strange motherfuckers that don't give a fuck," who refuse to back down no matter how dire their situation becomes. He paints a picture of a violent and unforgiving world where only the strong survive, and even then they're always looking over their shoulder.
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Ss..ss..uh..uh..smoke that
Let's smoke some weed
Uh..ss..ss..hit it
Pass me the joint, I want to smoke more
Ss..look bitch..bitch hit it uh
Hey girl, pass me that weed
How many niggas want to ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight
Who's ready to go out and possibly face death or survival tonight?
With Mr. Gun-Clapper blast, who got murder for that killer slash
If I shoot someone with my gun, who's going to be charged with murder for that death?
Thug rapper, as these niggas begin to come after
I am a rapper who portrays a tough, criminal image as other people try to challenge me
Me in the middle of the night
I am thinking about these things in the middle of the night
Is it Mr. Mike or did I change my name to Victor
I am thinking about my identity and who I am
In the middle of the fight
I am thinking about these things while fighting with someone or something
Quiet, shh, on the set, light up ya blunts and cigarettes
Be quiet and light up your weed and cigarettes
The richer G's get, the bitcher these niggas
The more money someone has, the more jealous and angry some people become
My picture gets painted like Leonardo de Vinci, fully of envy
People portray me as someone to be envious of
Texas was the spot niggas got shot and fucked ya memories
Texas is where people have died and lost their lives
Send me the flyest MC that's tryin' to see
Give me the best rapper around who wants to compete with me
And Suave come pound, they got hung, broke down to the highest degree
Other people have lost and been defeated by Suave
Well I be, the bitch want to fuck Mike for free
A girl wants to have sex with me without me paying for it
Either slide me a G or get the fuck up out my ride see
Give me some money, or get out of my car
My oozy weighs a ton, when you niggas see me run
My gun is very heavy and powerful
Got game to fuck a nun, blame my gun
I have the ability to seduce a nun, and my gun is responsible for that
I leave you shakin' son of a bitch, I'm rich
I will leave you scared and afraid, and I am rich
I'm quick to hit chu' up (Nigga)
I will quickly shoot you
It's them strange motherfuckers that don't give a fuck
It's the weird and crazy people who don't care about anything
I was born and brought up where these streets be the key
I was raised on the streets and they are very important to me
Erasin' suspicious and heartless niggas on the streets
I am getting rid of people who are untrustworthy and cruel on the streets
Some live in poverty, even though a nigga be slangin' dope
Some people are poor even though they sell drugs
And dodgin' the Feds cause them bastards want me broke
I try to avoid the FBI because they want me to lose my money
Back flashes of prison, for ninety days I'm doin' bad
I think back on my time spent in prison and feel bad
No money for books so every day I'm livin' mad
I don't have money to buy books, so I am angry every day
Born to be tough through all these miseries and pain
I was meant to be strong and survive through all of the hard times
Standin' strong through these struggles of this deadly game
I am staying strong through the dangerous game I play
Visions of body bags and my homies closed caskets
I can see my friends' dead bodies in body bags
Illusions of prison and pistols pressures that I blastin'
I imagine being in prison and using guns to relieve stress
I'm out to live with no time to play
I am focused on surviving, and have no time for leisure
I got the tendencies to kill in relentless ways
I have the urge to kill in any way I can
Straight up, cause life is a trick bitch, if you weep and reek
Life is difficult, and if you show weakness, you will be taken advantage of
You stuck outta luck, seekin' for relief
You are out of luck if you are looking for help
Too much destruction, they claim we gotta make a change
There is too much damage and destruction, and some people want to make a change
So much trouble between each other cause ya ghetto life is strange
There is a lot of conflict between people who live in poverty, because their lives are hard
Philosophically, psychologically ya fixin' to be fucked
You are about to be messed up, both logically and emotionally
We goin' on this ride and ya bitch I'm gon' seduct
We are going on a trip, and I am going to seduce your girlfriend
Nigga what, do I give a...
I don't care, what are you going to do?
Ask the mound killer
Ask someone who is a murderer or killer
Faces I remember they say dump him in the river
I remember people telling me to throw dead bodies in the river
New Year's Eve 1999 nigga
It was New Year's Eve in 1999
Virtual reality, galaxy gettin' slicker
Technology and the world are advancing quickly
Me and Crime Boss and a nigga named Mister
Myself, Crime Boss, and another guy named Mister
Mike to a flight, had some glitz to deliver
I am bringing something valuable on a flight
Headed back to the Suave castle
I am going to the Suave castle
I had to wrestle with this transvestite who had a dick like a lasso
I had to fight with a transvestite who had a large penis
In this castle was a midget with banana clippin'
There was a dwarf in the castle with a gun loaded with bananas
Bootleg sniffin' or Mr. Mike'll fuckin' wicked
If someone is caught selling bootleg products, I will do something bad to them
Ways infared waves hit his fuckin' chest
Infrared waves hit his chest
Blew his ass to bits, particles of green shit
I exploded him, leaving behind pieces of green stuff
It really goes to show ya that shit ain't changed
This shows that nothing has changed over time
In year 2000 life still be strange
Life is still weird and difficult in the year 2000
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Justin Chambers, Ross LaMarca
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