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NF

Genero: Hip Hop

Disfruta la música cristiana de NF, uno de los cantantes más influyentes del género Hip Hop. Escucha sus canciones más populares, explora sus álbumes y conoce su trayectoria.

Intro 2 : NF

Disfruta la canción Intro 2 de NF, una canción cristiana donde la letra y la melodía se unen para expresar un mensaje de fe y alabanza a Dios.

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Letra

Intro 2

NF

I'm back, did anyone miss me? They said the second record can be tricky Well that's kind of funny cause I am not tripping My fans, they know what it is and they with me Yeah, I ain't the type that's gon' ride with the semi I came from a town with three lights and no city I've been doing shows for nothing but pennies When I leave the stage, they never forget me Mansion was a glimpse of my life I let you see what it's like to be in my head People ask me what I think I think I be doin' If it wasn't music, I'd rather be dead You know what I said, that was like me at a 3, you don’t want to see me at 10 Or maybe you do I promise if that is the case, then that is what you're gonna get If you're looking for music with watered down lyrics, I promise that you need to go somewhere else And if you want somebody to tell you everything that you wanna hear I won't be any help This flow is familiar. I think I heard it before Oh yeah, I made it myself I left the door open to come in my mansion but I never said it's a beautiful house Some of ya'll sat on the porch Looked at my windows and stared at my door They ask me if I'm going to kill it this record I laugh in their face and I ask 'em, "Do you see the blood on the floor? " He's at it again, NF is crazy he's bad for the kids He never talks about nothing but him Yeah, my friends say, "He's kind of a diva. " Well, you need to get some new friends I'm as chill as it gets 'Till I get on the stage and flip on the switch And I go to a place where nobody is If you bring up my name in a song, that's something that you will regret I learned a lot in a year I remember the shows when no one was there I remember the shows when nobody cared Some people in front of me laughing like: He isn't going nowhere It's funny now, isn't it? This type of life isn't how I envisioned it This type of life, it just ain't how I pictured it I'm in the back of the tour bus, trying to FaceTime my family. It's different Not what you think it is Write a review, tell me what you think of this Give me three stars and call me and idiot But to be honest, it don't make a difference I know some people don't get it But you have now entered a Therapy Session If you don't like music that's personal, I have no clue what you people are doing here Might as well throw out the record I pull up a chair I talk to my music like nobody's there Only person I judge is the one in the mirror And lately, he ain't doing well–I don't need ya'll in my ear I'm tired of hearing it You call it music, I call her my therapist She keeps on telling me I have been carrying way too much baggage, I need to take care of it I know she's right, but man it’s embarrassing Music has raised me more than my parent did Take out a picture of us and I stare at it Who am I kidding? You probably ain't hearing this Show me an artist you want to compare me with You put us both on a track, Imma bury 'em Give me this shovel, it’s 'bout to get scarier None of you want it with rap who you staring at? I see you got beats, but where is the lyrics at? NF is the logo, you know I been wearing that Don't come to my show and be sittin' that's very bad I call you out in the crowd like, "There he is! " I thought I’d be happy. It feels like I'm cursed It's hard to be clean when you play in the dirt You gave me this place to go when I'm hurting I thought it'd get better, but it's getting worse And I got nobody to blame when I work, like 24/7 I ain't been to church, and Satan keep callin' me, he tryin' to flirt I hang up the phone, these are more than just words I drive on that highway and listen to Mansion I look up to God like: When did this happen? Yelling with all of my fans to wake up But feel like I haven't I get emotional. I didn't plan this I'm doing things I never imagined I'm sorry but I gotta leave I don't wanna be late for my therapy session
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