Traditional Modernist by MC Pooja Lyrics
[Verse]
Title says what it needs to say
Moods change and they vary every day
This is a feeling I’ve got I can’t explain
Can’t tell me that these songs are grey
You never can pull up with the gang and stuff
I like new stuff, just don’t make it rough
Traditional, but in a sense, I’ve had enough
Songs never forming into dirty rust
Keeping it confusing for me
Thanks teacher, now I don’t know how to read
Pull up in the park where there’s lots of trees
We’re in a field, there’s no need to believe
Pooja produced this simple beat
Don’t know where I am, I need a meet and greet
Whatever this guy says just ain’t sweet
Cooking up some food like we’re cooking up heat
No 2112 but we’re in a rush
Painting the stories like a paintbrush
Try and test StateFarm, you got an illness
Now let me end the verse on this minute
Title says what it needs to say
Moods change and they vary every day
This is a feeling I’ve got I can’t explain
Can’t tell me that these songs are grey
You never can pull up with the gang and stuff
I like new stuff, just don’t make it rough
Traditional, but in a sense, I’ve had enough
Songs never forming into dirty rust
Keeping it confusing for me
Thanks teacher, now I don’t know how to read
Pull up in the park where there’s lots of trees
We’re in a field, there’s no need to believe
Pooja produced this simple beat
Don’t know where I am, I need a meet and greet
Whatever this guy says just ain’t sweet
Cooking up some food like we’re cooking up heat
No 2112 but we’re in a rush
Painting the stories like a paintbrush
Try and test StateFarm, you got an illness
Now let me end the verse on this minute