歌曲 | Bi-Polar |
歌手 | Kottonmouth Kings |
专辑 | Hidden Stash II: The Kream of the Krop |
Wasted away, trapped in their maze | |
Gotta get out | |
My punk rock’s dirty, my hip hop’s clean | |
One side has rust the other triple beam | |
One side is crazy, phat the other’s pissed | |
And mean half of me’s got problems | |
The other lives a dream | |
Well, I'm bi-polar, | |
I'm confused | |
Split personality, | |
I don't know which to chose | |
One side is filthy rich, the other is dirt poor | |
Count me out a thousand times, | |
I still come back for more | |
We barely just began but already you're done | |
Get your ass up off the couch and roll another for fun' | |
Cause I ain't even begun barely dented my stash | |
Open your eyes and grab a pipe or else it’s time for you to dash | |
Where you gonna go when it’s time to dash | |
Grab your sack, don’t forget your cash | |
Life moves fast gotta chose your path | |
Live while you live 'cuz it might be your last | |
Watch your back it might be over | |
Sometimes | |
I feel bi-polar | |
I get confused | |
I don't know where to go | |
So I stop, slow the tempo | |
I ain't got hours in my day to smoke with people like you | |
Wastin' my minutes like a cell phone that you merely abuse | |
With crooked views at first, | |
I questioned and these unpaid dues | |
Confuse me not, no second guessin' session veterans never lose | |
Grab your pipe 'cuz you look confused | |
Rockin' the mic with your unpaid dues | |
Life’s a bitch we win or lose | |
How many people don’t got a clue | |
Don't got a clue gotta figure it out | |
Kottonmouth | |
Kings will put it in your mouth | |
Eeh haw, don’t feed the donkeys me and my honkeys | |
Smoke that sonkey | |
Yer done, go to bed, pipe it, bye | |
Got nothin' | |
Got nothing to say | |
The system is full of sharks, the water’s not that deep | |
A bunch of dirty sharks are snapping at my sleeve | |
Their poisoning my weed, | |
I think I'm gonna bleed | |
And now I'm gonna jump | |
Well, I'm bi-polar, | |
I'm confused | |
Split personality, | |
I don't know which to chose | |
One side is filthy rich, the other is dirt poor | |
Count me out a thousand times, | |
I still come back for more | |
Suburbs surprise open your eyes and get a grip on your scene | |
Realize your life’s alive and not a fairytale dream | |
Most comfortable with slow flow shows, how | |
I like my things | |
And never pass a packed bowl, unless you know there’s some green | |
Like whoa, burning to the floor | |
I'm feelin' faded give me some more | |
Drank a beer and rolled a splif | |
I do what | |
I do you suck my dick | |
If you don't like it | |
I don't give a fuck | |
I just took a shit and | |
I just threw up | |
Blow it out your butt and out my throat | |
I choke and slow the tempo | |
Going, going, gone just put it out of the park | |
Another win for home team just put the bite with our bark | |
Just brought some light to the dark another dot hit the mark | |
You’ll never get your bowl burnin' if you don’t got the spark | |
Pick it back up 'cuz you might get piped | |
Slow your roll, put your shoes on tight | |
Too much smokin' you might get done | |
I'm done, nothin' no one | |
One side throw up | |
The other side full of love | |
How many live today, got nothing but a big phat blunt | |
You're done | |
Got nothin', got nothing to say | |
Got nothin' | |
You're done |
Wasted away, trapped in their maze | |
Gotta get out | |
My punk rock' s dirty, my hip hop' s clean | |
One side has rust the other triple beam | |
One side is crazy, phat the other' s pissed | |
And mean half of me' s got problems | |
The other lives a dream | |
Well, I' m bipolar, | |
I' m confused | |
Split personality, | |
I don' t know which to chose | |
One side is filthy rich, the other is dirt poor | |
Count me out a thousand times, | |
I still come back for more | |
We barely just began but already you' re done | |
Get your ass up off the couch and roll another for fun' | |
Cause I ain' t even begun barely dented my stash | |
Open your eyes and grab a pipe or else it' s time for you to dash | |
Where you gonna go when it' s time to dash | |
Grab your sack, don' t forget your cash | |
Life moves fast gotta chose your path | |
Live while you live ' cuz it might be your last | |
Watch your back it might be over | |
Sometimes | |
I feel bipolar | |
I get confused | |
I don' t know where to go | |
So I stop, slow the tempo | |
I ain' t got hours in my day to smoke with people like you | |
Wastin' my minutes like a cell phone that you merely abuse | |
With crooked views at first, | |
I questioned and these unpaid dues | |
Confuse me not, no second guessin' session veterans never lose | |
Grab your pipe ' cuz you look confused | |
Rockin' the mic with your unpaid dues | |
Life' s a bitch we win or lose | |
How many people don' t got a clue | |
Don' t got a clue gotta figure it out | |
Kottonmouth | |
Kings will put it in your mouth | |
Eeh haw, don' t feed the donkeys me and my honkeys | |
Smoke that sonkey | |
Yer done, go to bed, pipe it, bye | |
Got nothin' | |
Got nothing to say | |
The system is full of sharks, the water' s not that deep | |
A bunch of dirty sharks are snapping at my sleeve | |
Their poisoning my weed, | |
I think I' m gonna bleed | |
And now I' m gonna jump | |
Well, I' m bipolar, | |
I' m confused | |
Split personality, | |
I don' t know which to chose | |
One side is filthy rich, the other is dirt poor | |
Count me out a thousand times, | |
I still come back for more | |
Suburbs surprise open your eyes and get a grip on your scene | |
Realize your life' s alive and not a fairytale dream | |
Most comfortable with slow flow shows, how | |
I like my things | |
And never pass a packed bowl, unless you know there' s some green | |
Like whoa, burning to the floor | |
I' m feelin' faded give me some more | |
Drank a beer and rolled a splif | |
I do what | |
I do you suck my dick | |
If you don' t like it | |
I don' t give a fuck | |
I just took a shit and | |
I just threw up | |
Blow it out your butt and out my throat | |
I choke and slow the tempo | |
Going, going, gone just put it out of the park | |
Another win for home team just put the bite with our bark | |
Just brought some light to the dark another dot hit the mark | |
You' ll never get your bowl burnin' if you don' t got the spark | |
Pick it back up ' cuz you might get piped | |
Slow your roll, put your shoes on tight | |
Too much smokin' you might get done | |
I' m done, nothin' no one | |
One side throw up | |
The other side full of love | |
How many live today, got nothing but a big phat blunt | |
You' re done | |
Got nothin', got nothing to say | |
Got nothin' | |
You' re done |