Badvice Cavalier
"Badvice - Cavalier" is a #Rock song released in 2023. It explores themes of defiance, self-empowerment, and the consequences of reckless choices. The lyrics convey a narrative of embracing one's flaws while challenging societal norms. Musically, it features gritty guitar riffs and an anthemic chorus, reflecting a rebellious spirit. The song resonates with listeners seeking authenticity in a conformist world.
(Just a word)
How do I set it off, Wheel of Fortune, the frosting
Yelling "what it cost me?" but that'd be carts before horses
Every origin story is sorry, before it hit glory
I wanted Drink Champs with N.O.R.E
But it was hitting more like Jerry Springer or Maury
Was never known for knocking back 40s
Now knocking on 40 with a small seed, hocking my poetry
When they only reward debauchery, nah nah
I seen it all too often, walking, not knowing our offering
In the street we was tripling portions
Enough to keep flipping, not switch up our courses
The slope slippery road oil slick
I had to cut the cord, leave New York, follow my calling
It brought me all the way to New Orleans, but if you think
That the fruit or thе problems won't follow you along then
You're not tеnding to your garden
Ohhhh
Thought you had a nice plan but life got in the way
(Now it might just become what it may)
Yo, yo, you know it's 'bout right, but it's sounding cliché
(So you don't take the time to relate)
Hmm bro, you gotta show face, there'll be no one to blame
(Or you might just become what you hate)
Right, right, you gotta get a grip before it's getting away
(It's alright, cuz it's never too late)
(Oh oh oh)
How do I set it off, Wheel of Fortune, the frosting
Yelling "what it cost me?" but that'd be carts before horses
Every origin story is sorry, before it hit glory
I wanted Drink Champs with N.O.R.E
But it was hitting more like Jerry Springer or Maury
Was never known for knocking back 40s
Now knocking on 40 with a small seed, hocking my poetry
When they only reward debauchery, nah nah
I seen it all too often, walking, not knowing our offering
In the street we was tripling portions
Enough to keep flipping, not switch up our courses
The slope slippery road oil slick
I had to cut the cord, leave New York, follow my calling
It brought me all the way to New Orleans, but if you think
That the fruit or thе problems won't follow you along then
You're not tеnding to your garden
Ohhhh
Thought you had a nice plan but life got in the way
(Now it might just become what it may)
Yo, yo, you know it's 'bout right, but it's sounding cliché
(So you don't take the time to relate)
Hmm bro, you gotta show face, there'll be no one to blame
(Or you might just become what you hate)
Right, right, you gotta get a grip before it's getting away
(It's alright, cuz it's never too late)
(Oh oh oh)
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