Burnt Offering 歌词

歌曲	Burnt Offering
歌手	Blue Scholars
专辑	Blue Scholars
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Geologic
	(I don't know what to write… Oh well - Yo)
	I offer nothing but the uncertain promise
	That I'll honestly pursue the crooked path of the conscious
	Not just another body in the battle for the soul
	Never sold self for its weight in platinum and gold but
	Man we're getting grown
	Wisdom got us thinking in the interest of our children even if they ain't been given their flesh
	Their bones
	Their homes or their names yet
	I'm aiming for the change in my pocket for the payback
	The change not mentioned by the government or nothing
	The change of a whirlwind unraveling the coming of that next shit
	I can't wait but when it comes, shit
	It better be worth the shit that I paid most my life with
	It's nice when it rains sometime
	Cleansing minds in my habitat
	Imagine that I'm digging to find
	What was hidden by the myth of a god up in the sky
	Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme
	So I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
	When I dream that I'm dreaming I feel most alive
	Sacrifice nights
	Write to survive
	Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
	Drinking from the bottle that was meant
	For the message that was sent from the tired and the true
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	Way back I used to call upon the Father often
	I fought the devil last night and almost lost –
	Now I'm drinking bottled water
	Flushing out the toxins
	Vomiting and coughing feeling closer to the coffin
	Than I ever had
	Every morning that I arrive
	Is a night that I survive
	Just to be alive – sipping chai
	Listening to my favorite DJ
	Communicate the music, what my rhymes would say
	If they were written
	With a needle
	To the groove
	Of a paper
	Stylus to papyrus,
	record to the player
	It's more than just therapy or excessive energy
	I undo the mechanism meant to imprison me
	Spiritually, the view from up is not enough
	I dwell below to find the god that I rebuff
	Redesigned, redefined what it meant to be divine
	Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme
	So I Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
	When I dream that I'm dreaming I feel most alive
	Sacrifice nights, Write to survive
	Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
	Drinking from the bottle that was meant
	For the message that was sent from the tired and the true
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	Our Father
	my art is Heaven, hallowed be
	The drums beating me and my tongue into submission
	I can hardly speak breathing this indelible high
	From an endless supply of Godspeed, and I need
	A brand new prayer to read
	Seems the old ones grew tons of mold cuz they're narrow as hell
	Sometimes they be thinking that this heavens for sale
	Worse than that, they still think God is a male
	But
	Moms used to hang up pictures of white Jesus
	Fist clutching rosary beads, over the years
	I began to question this Father Almighty
	Made in His image but don't look nothing like me
	But we be the children of the most high
	Ghosts of the colonized lost in the time
	Redesign, redefine what it meant to be divine
	Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme
	So I Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
	When I dream that I'm dreaming I feel most alive
	Sacrifice nights, Write to survive
	Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
	Drinking from the bottle that was meant
	For the message that was sent from the tired and the true
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	The least that I can do, do give thanks
	to the most, the least that I can do
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	The least that I can do

	zuo qu : Geologic
	I don' t know what to write Oh well Yo
	I offer nothing but the uncertain promise
	That I' ll honestly pursue the crooked path of the conscious
	Not just another body in the battle for the soul
	Never sold self for its weight in platinum and gold but
	Man we' re getting grown
	Wisdom got us thinking in the interest of our children even if they ain' t been given their flesh
	Their bones
	Their homes or their names yet
	I' m aiming for the change in my pocket for the payback
	The change not mentioned by the government or nothing
	The change of a whirlwind unraveling the coming of that next shit
	I can' t wait but when it comes, shit
	It better be worth the shit that I paid most my life with
	It' s nice when it rains sometime
	Cleansing minds in my habitat
	Imagine that I' m digging to find
	What was hidden by the myth of a god up in the sky
	Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme
	So I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
	When I dream that I' m dreaming I feel most alive
	Sacrifice nights
	Write to survive
	Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
	Drinking from the bottle that was meant
	For the message that was sent from the tired and the true
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	Way back I used to call upon the Father often
	I fought the devil last night and almost lost
	Now I' m drinking bottled water
	Flushing out the toxins
	Vomiting and coughing feeling closer to the coffin
	Than I ever had
	Every morning that I arrive
	Is a night that I survive
	Just to be alive sipping chai
	Listening to my favorite DJ
	Communicate the music, what my rhymes would say
	If they were written
	With a needle
	To the groove
	Of a paper
	Stylus to papyrus,
	record to the player
	It' s more than just therapy or excessive energy
	I undo the mechanism meant to imprison me
	Spiritually, the view from up is not enough
	I dwell below to find the god that I rebuff
	Redesigned, redefined what it meant to be divine
	Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme
	So I Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
	When I dream that I' m dreaming I feel most alive
	Sacrifice nights, Write to survive
	Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
	Drinking from the bottle that was meant
	For the message that was sent from the tired and the true
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	Our Father
	my art is Heaven, hallowed be
	The drums beating me and my tongue into submission
	I can hardly speak breathing this indelible high
	From an endless supply of Godspeed, and I need
	A brand new prayer to read
	Seems the old ones grew tons of mold cuz they' re narrow as hell
	Sometimes they be thinking that this heavens for sale
	Worse than that, they still think God is a male
	But
	Moms used to hang up pictures of white Jesus
	Fist clutching rosary beads, over the years
	I began to question this Father Almighty
	Made in His image but don' t look nothing like me
	But we be the children of the most high
	Ghosts of the colonized lost in the time
	Redesign, redefine what it meant to be divine
	Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme
	So I Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
	When I dream that I' m dreaming I feel most alive
	Sacrifice nights, Write to survive
	Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
	Drinking from the bottle that was meant
	For the message that was sent from the tired and the true
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	The least that I can do, do give thanks
	to the most, the least that I can do
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	The least that I can do

	zuò qǔ : Geologic
	I don' t know what to write Oh well Yo
	I offer nothing but the uncertain promise
	That I' ll honestly pursue the crooked path of the conscious
	Not just another body in the battle for the soul
	Never sold self for its weight in platinum and gold but
	Man we' re getting grown
	Wisdom got us thinking in the interest of our children even if they ain' t been given their flesh
	Their bones
	Their homes or their names yet
	I' m aiming for the change in my pocket for the payback
	The change not mentioned by the government or nothing
	The change of a whirlwind unraveling the coming of that next shit
	I can' t wait but when it comes, shit
	It better be worth the shit that I paid most my life with
	It' s nice when it rains sometime
	Cleansing minds in my habitat
	Imagine that I' m digging to find
	What was hidden by the myth of a god up in the sky
	Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme
	So I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
	When I dream that I' m dreaming I feel most alive
	Sacrifice nights
	Write to survive
	Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
	Drinking from the bottle that was meant
	For the message that was sent from the tired and the true
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	Way back I used to call upon the Father often
	I fought the devil last night and almost lost
	Now I' m drinking bottled water
	Flushing out the toxins
	Vomiting and coughing feeling closer to the coffin
	Than I ever had
	Every morning that I arrive
	Is a night that I survive
	Just to be alive sipping chai
	Listening to my favorite DJ
	Communicate the music, what my rhymes would say
	If they were written
	With a needle
	To the groove
	Of a paper
	Stylus to papyrus,
	record to the player
	It' s more than just therapy or excessive energy
	I undo the mechanism meant to imprison me
	Spiritually, the view from up is not enough
	I dwell below to find the god that I rebuff
	Redesigned, redefined what it meant to be divine
	Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme
	So I Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
	When I dream that I' m dreaming I feel most alive
	Sacrifice nights, Write to survive
	Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
	Drinking from the bottle that was meant
	For the message that was sent from the tired and the true
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	Our Father
	my art is Heaven, hallowed be
	The drums beating me and my tongue into submission
	I can hardly speak breathing this indelible high
	From an endless supply of Godspeed, and I need
	A brand new prayer to read
	Seems the old ones grew tons of mold cuz they' re narrow as hell
	Sometimes they be thinking that this heavens for sale
	Worse than that, they still think God is a male
	But
	Moms used to hang up pictures of white Jesus
	Fist clutching rosary beads, over the years
	I began to question this Father Almighty
	Made in His image but don' t look nothing like me
	But we be the children of the most high
	Ghosts of the colonized lost in the time
	Redesign, redefine what it meant to be divine
	Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme
	So I Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
	When I dream that I' m dreaming I feel most alive
	Sacrifice nights, Write to survive
	Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
	Drinking from the bottle that was meant
	For the message that was sent from the tired and the true
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	The least that I can do, do give thanks
	to the most, the least that I can do
	I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
	The least that I can do

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