Sleazy - Crypts



     
Page format: Left Center Right
Direct link:
BB code:
Embed:

Sleazy Lyrics


I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your boozy friends.
I don't need love, looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
(Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy
Ima get,
Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy,
Ima get,
Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Oh!)
[Chorus:]
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your boozy friends
And I don't need love, looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds

I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your boozy friends
And I don't need love, looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
You can't imagine the immensity of the fuck I'm not giving
About your money and man servant and the mansion you live in
And I don't wanna go places where all my ladies can't get in
Just grab a bottle, some boys and let's take it back to my basement
And get Sleazy
Sick of all your lines, so cheesy!
Sorry daddy, but I'm not that easy!
I'm not gonna sit here while you circle jerk it and work it
Ima take it back to where my man and my girls is
(Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Cause ima get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy,
Cause Ima get)
[Chorus:]
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bougie friends
And I don't need love, looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bougie friends
And I don't need love, looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, um, um um, um
(Over to your place!)
Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, um, um, um, um
(Over to your place!)
I don't mean to critique on your seduction technique
But your money's not impressing me, it's kinda weak
That you really think you're gonna get my rocks off
Get my top and socks off
By showing me the dollars in your drop box
Me and all my friends we don't buy bottles, we bring em
We take the drinks from the tables when you get up and leave em
And I don't care if you stare and you call us scummy
Cause we ain't after your affection
And sure as hell not your money, honey
[Chorus:]
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bougie friends
And I don't need love, looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bougie friends
And I don't need love, looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, um, um um, um
(Over to your place!)
Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum.
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, um, um um, um
(Over to your place!)

Enjoy the lyrics !!!
Crypts are an electronic noise band from Seattle, WA.

http://facebook.com/Cryptsss

Crypts are Steve Snere, Bryce Brown and Nick Bartoletti

The long, slow demise of rock music has endured endless death throes, but the self-titled debut album by Crypts seems to clearly seal its fate while heralding the arrival of something far more vibrant and downright dangerous. The Seattle based dark electronic trio blends thick, hazy drone and synth noise with chopped-up hip hop rhythms, forsaking guitars in favor of more unique and sinister sounds.

Vocalist Steve Snere, former frontman of chaotic punk revisionists These Arms Are Snakes, brings a snarling urgency to the songs, while programmer Bryce Brown blasts out an aural assault of horror show noise, subsonic bass and skittering rhythms. Meanwhile, visual artist Nick Bartoletti creates a total environment of light and video projections for the band's live experience as well as its decidedly nihilistic aesthetic. It's an all-out attack on the senses that comes across as fresh and invigorating as the early days of punk.

"I needed a change of pace, to take myself out of the guitar-based rock world," says vocalist Steve Snere. "And the three of us wanted to experiment to find a sound that we wanted to hear." The result is the intense, occasionally bleak, yet endlessly enthralling debut album. Comparisons range from Wolf Eyes meets Christian Death to Skinny Puppy playing Dizzee Rascal. But these touch points seem to only scratch the surface of the snarling beast within Crypts.

The album was engineered with Erik Blood (Shabazz Palaces), building upon basics recorded by Brown on Pro-Tools to which the band added live instruments. Most of the sounds were generated on home-built and modified equipment. Live, the band uses a homemade sound-reactive video device for its startling visuals. "We play everything live, there's no loops," Brown explains. "It's not a lot of button-pushing. Nick runs visuals live, while also playing synths. It's more like a rock band in a live setting."

Crypts opens with the fittingly titled Completely Fucked, awash with slithering John Carpenter soundtrack synths oozing over galloping drum machine beats and synthetic handclaps. Nearly buried beneath the din, Snere moans and wails, building to a screaming crescendo like a maniac. And, with a choked growl, the song ends just barely over 2-minutes, launching into the hip-hop beat and almost bubbly-sounding keyboards of Daft. Elsewhere, the trio lean into The Cure's Pornography-era gloom-pop (Territories) and dark, anthemic hooks (Bloods). Throughout, it's a vastly energetic, albeit downright depraved sounding album thanks to Snere's effectively dramatic and versatile vocals and the band's innovative collision of musical aesthetics.

Crypts released on LP, CD and download via Sargent House on September 4, 2012.

http://sargenthouse.com/Crypts Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

View All

Crypts