Sam Smith canta Drunk in love di Beyoncé sotto la doccia (Video)

Il video postato “a tradimento” su Instagram dal suo compagno.

Sam Smith è stata la vera rivelazione del 2014. Il cantante grazie al successo di brani come Stay with me e I’m not the only one è stato l’unico artista a riuscire nell’impresa di vendere un milione di copie del proprio disco, In the lonely hour, sia in Inghilterra che in America. Con buona pace di Taylor Swift. Siamo abituati ad ascoltarlo alle prese con canzoni romantiche e malinconiche, è vero. Però il nostro sotto la doccia canta Beyoncé. Come lo sappiamo? Beh, è bastato dare un’occhiata al profilo Instagram del suo compagno…

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Ed eccolo qui il nostro Sam intento ad intonare Drunk in Love di Beyoncé. A tutti capita di cantare sotto la doccia, ma forse non esattamente con gli stessi risultati. Naturalmente, se volete provarci, siete liberissimi di farlo e, anzi, già che ci siamo vi proponiamo il testo del brano di Queen Bey in questione. Pronti ad intonarlo sotto la doccia per la gioia di vicini e parenti? Se poi qualcuno vi filma, però, non dite che non vi avevamo avvertito!

Beyoncé – Drunk in love

[Verse 1]
I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinking
I get filthy when that liquor get into me
I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking
Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you, na-na
Why can’t I keep my fingers off you, baby? I want you, na-na
Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
Flashing lights, flashing lights
You got me faded, faded-faded, baby, I want you, na-na
Can’t keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy, I want you, na-na
Drunk in love, I want you

We woke up in the kitchen saying
“How the hell did this shit happen?”
Oh baby, drunk in love
We be all night, last thing I remember is our
Beautiful bodies grinding up in that club, drunk in love

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love

[Verse 2]
We be all night, and everything all right
No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I’m drinking, park it in my lot, 7-11
I’m rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I’m drinking, get my brain right
Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
Louis sheets, he sweat it out like washrags, he wet it up
Boy, I’m drinking, I’m singing on the mic to my boy’s toys
Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
I’m swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that
Big body been serving all this, swerve
Surfing all in this good-good

[Bridge + Hook]

[Verse 3: Jay Z]
Hold up, that D’ussé is the shit if I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
Hold up, stumble all in the house, time to back up all that mouth
That you had all in the car
Talking ‘bout you the baddest bitch thus far
Talking ‘bout you be repping that Third
I wanna see all that shit that I heard
Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve, uh
Foreplay in a foyer, fucked up my Warhol
Slid the panties right to the side
Ain’t got the time to take drawers off
On sight, catch a charge I might
Beat the box up like Mike in ’97 I bite
I’m Ike Turner, turn up, baby, no, I don’t play
“Now eat the cake, Anna Mae,” said, “Eat the cake, Anna Mae!”
I’m nice, for y’all to reach these heights
You gon’ need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights
Sleep tight, we sex again in the morning
Your breasteses is my breakfast, we going in, we be all night


I’m never tired, never tired
I been sippin’, that’s the only thing
That’s keeping me on fire, we on fire
Didn’t mean to spill that liquor all on my attire
I’ve been drinking watermelon
I want your body right here, daddy, I want you, right now
Can’t keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy, I want you