歌曲 | Trust |
歌手 | The Pharcyde |
专辑 | Plain Rap |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes | |
I'd like to welcome all of you | |
Into the secret sessions of the sacred talisman | |
You are here with the three conductors of rhythm | |
Yes, constructors of reality through musical composition | |
Yes, relax and interface as we take you into the next phase | |
Where ya at, where ya at? | |
They keep asking where ya been | |
We been preparing for two thousand and beyond, | |
PharcydeWhat's the gripe, clown, turn that hype down | |
You had your chance but wasn't able to advance | |
Now you're stuck in a trance, all caught up in our rhythmic avalanches | |
Biting our sound like sandwiches, you fucked up your chances | |
Due to certain circumstances that you could've controlled | |
But had no real substance so under pressure you fold | |
Freak the peak of this lick, ghetto chic over fresh beats | |
Overexposed and cheats with verbal traction like cleats | |
Trying to get skeets, huh | |
Yup, they trying to get mine but | |
I walk that fine line' | |
Cuz fools carry heat like sunshine | |
Damn, Pharcyde's popping, they hipping and they hopping | |
And it ain't no stopping, repeated shots to they noggin' | |
Banging until they jaws is dropping, again | |
When it seems there's no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
When it seems there's no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
Waiting around, it's like a hot day to burn it up | |
With another hot plate, got your neighbors irate | |
Volume way past 8, keep me booming in your system | |
From your residence to your auto, niggas envious | |
Green like an avocado, no beef, only equals cattle | |
Por favor, give you what you want and more | |
At the record store, first letters ‘ | |
PH' as in phosphorous | |
Learn to enrich my mind, working on being prosperous | |
A fool with money is quick to part | |
Some things start off sweet and end up tart | |
I speak in the front like a [unverified] | |
When you was expectant it the crew and | |
I connected | |
Keep it collective from first to last | |
Is it banging, is the question that they ask | |
When it seems there's no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
Impressed with the wrong impression | |
About this rap shit, it's more than my profession | |
It's heartfelt, this life dealt a deadly hand | |
Life's lessons, hard times made a deadly man | |
Out of the soft, stressing, | |
I fall down to my knees | |
For my blessings, push my wants aside for a minute' | |
Cuz greed had me testing my own fate | |
My own self-worth and how it goes to waste | |
All these things that | |
I'm supposed to face | |
It gets scary on my planet sometimes | |
My intuition in the back of my mind tells me right from wrong | |
Giving me strength to write this song, | |
I might not be here long | |
So I take it serious and stop chasing a dream' | |
Cuz it made me delirious, all cats are curious entering wrong | |
When it seems there's no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
When it seems there's no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
When it seems there's no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
When it seems there's no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush |
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes | |
I' d like to welcome all of you | |
Into the secret sessions of the sacred talisman | |
You are here with the three conductors of rhythm | |
Yes, constructors of reality through musical composition | |
Yes, relax and interface as we take you into the next phase | |
Where ya at, where ya at? | |
They keep asking where ya been | |
We been preparing for two thousand and beyond, | |
PharcydeWhat' s the gripe, clown, turn that hype down | |
You had your chance but wasn' t able to advance | |
Now you' re stuck in a trance, all caught up in our rhythmic avalanches | |
Biting our sound like sandwiches, you fucked up your chances | |
Due to certain circumstances that you could' ve controlled | |
But had no real substance so under pressure you fold | |
Freak the peak of this lick, ghetto chic over fresh beats | |
Overexposed and cheats with verbal traction like cleats | |
Trying to get skeets, huh | |
Yup, they trying to get mine but | |
I walk that fine line' | |
Cuz fools carry heat like sunshine | |
Damn, Pharcyde' s popping, they hipping and they hopping | |
And it ain' t no stopping, repeated shots to they noggin' | |
Banging until they jaws is dropping, again | |
When it seems there' s no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
When it seems there' s no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
Waiting around, it' s like a hot day to burn it up | |
With another hot plate, got your neighbors irate | |
Volume way past 8, keep me booming in your system | |
From your residence to your auto, niggas envious | |
Green like an avocado, no beef, only equals cattle | |
Por favor, give you what you want and more | |
At the record store, first letters ' | |
PH' as in phosphorous | |
Learn to enrich my mind, working on being prosperous | |
A fool with money is quick to part | |
Some things start off sweet and end up tart | |
I speak in the front like a unverified | |
When you was expectant it the crew and | |
I connected | |
Keep it collective from first to last | |
Is it banging, is the question that they ask | |
When it seems there' s no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
Impressed with the wrong impression | |
About this rap shit, it' s more than my profession | |
It' s heartfelt, this life dealt a deadly hand | |
Life' s lessons, hard times made a deadly man | |
Out of the soft, stressing, | |
I fall down to my knees | |
For my blessings, push my wants aside for a minute' | |
Cuz greed had me testing my own fate | |
My own selfworth and how it goes to waste | |
All these things that | |
I' m supposed to face | |
It gets scary on my planet sometimes | |
My intuition in the back of my mind tells me right from wrong | |
Giving me strength to write this song, | |
I might not be here long | |
So I take it serious and stop chasing a dream' | |
Cuz it made me delirious, all cats are curious entering wrong | |
When it seems there' s no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
When it seems there' s no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
When it seems there' s no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
When it seems there' s no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush |
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes | |
I' d like to welcome all of you | |
Into the secret sessions of the sacred talisman | |
You are here with the three conductors of rhythm | |
Yes, constructors of reality through musical composition | |
Yes, relax and interface as we take you into the next phase | |
Where ya at, where ya at? | |
They keep asking where ya been | |
We been preparing for two thousand and beyond, | |
PharcydeWhat' s the gripe, clown, turn that hype down | |
You had your chance but wasn' t able to advance | |
Now you' re stuck in a trance, all caught up in our rhythmic avalanches | |
Biting our sound like sandwiches, you fucked up your chances | |
Due to certain circumstances that you could' ve controlled | |
But had no real substance so under pressure you fold | |
Freak the peak of this lick, ghetto chic over fresh beats | |
Overexposed and cheats with verbal traction like cleats | |
Trying to get skeets, huh | |
Yup, they trying to get mine but | |
I walk that fine line' | |
Cuz fools carry heat like sunshine | |
Damn, Pharcyde' s popping, they hipping and they hopping | |
And it ain' t no stopping, repeated shots to they noggin' | |
Banging until they jaws is dropping, again | |
When it seems there' s no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
When it seems there' s no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
Waiting around, it' s like a hot day to burn it up | |
With another hot plate, got your neighbors irate | |
Volume way past 8, keep me booming in your system | |
From your residence to your auto, niggas envious | |
Green like an avocado, no beef, only equals cattle | |
Por favor, give you what you want and more | |
At the record store, first letters ' | |
PH' as in phosphorous | |
Learn to enrich my mind, working on being prosperous | |
A fool with money is quick to part | |
Some things start off sweet and end up tart | |
I speak in the front like a unverified | |
When you was expectant it the crew and | |
I connected | |
Keep it collective from first to last | |
Is it banging, is the question that they ask | |
When it seems there' s no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
Impressed with the wrong impression | |
About this rap shit, it' s more than my profession | |
It' s heartfelt, this life dealt a deadly hand | |
Life' s lessons, hard times made a deadly man | |
Out of the soft, stressing, | |
I fall down to my knees | |
For my blessings, push my wants aside for a minute' | |
Cuz greed had me testing my own fate | |
My own selfworth and how it goes to waste | |
All these things that | |
I' m supposed to face | |
It gets scary on my planet sometimes | |
My intuition in the back of my mind tells me right from wrong | |
Giving me strength to write this song, | |
I might not be here long | |
So I take it serious and stop chasing a dream' | |
Cuz it made me delirious, all cats are curious entering wrong | |
When it seems there' s no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
When it seems there' s no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
When it seems there' s no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush | |
When it seems there' s no one to trust | |
You can always count on | |
Pharcyde to bust | |
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk | |
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush |