| 歌曲 | Köln |
| 歌手 | LADI6 |
| 专辑 | The Liberation Of... |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : LADI6 | |
| 作曲 : Parks | |
| [Chorus] | |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger | |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind | |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making | |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Now you get to stand there, be the victim of the day | |
| Tell everyone around you, you were a pawn in your own game | |
| Oh, how the sympathy will flow as you rest your weary head | |
| You'll be thinking 'bout your hardship, I'll be chanting this instead | |
| [Chorus] | |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger | |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind | |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making | |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| My ears have bled blood, never to return | |
| I had to learn the hard way and the hard way gets you burned | |
| So burn me at the stake, I'll be the witch of your middle age | |
| As I stand here in the fire, my final words you'll hear me say | |
| [Chorus] | |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger | |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind | |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making | |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life | |
| [Instrumental] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Oh, digger, a figure to run to | |
| You got me holding you | |
| Rocking you in my arms | |
| Blinded by you | |
| Oh, digger, I give you a month or two | |
| You'll show your colours true | |
| I now see through you | |
| Don't see what I saw | |
| Digger, pretend to be full | |
| Wholesome and truthful | |
| Depends on who's around you | |
| Saying what you owe | |
| Digger, I never needed you | |
| I was your play tool | |
| Now that I've finished school | |
| I can finally say | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger | |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind | |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making | |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life |
| zuo ci : LADI6 | |
| zuo qu : Parks | |
| Chorus | |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger | |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind | |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making | |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Now you get to stand there, be the victim of the day | |
| Tell everyone around you, you were a pawn in your own game | |
| Oh, how the sympathy will flow as you rest your weary head | |
| You' ll be thinking ' bout your hardship, I' ll be chanting this instead | |
| Chorus | |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger | |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind | |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making | |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life | |
| Verse 2 | |
| My ears have bled blood, never to return | |
| I had to learn the hard way and the hard way gets you burned | |
| So burn me at the stake, I' ll be the witch of your middle age | |
| As I stand here in the fire, my final words you' ll hear me say | |
| Chorus | |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger | |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind | |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making | |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life | |
| Instrumental | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Oh, digger, a figure to run to | |
| You got me holding you | |
| Rocking you in my arms | |
| Blinded by you | |
| Oh, digger, I give you a month or two | |
| You' ll show your colours true | |
| I now see through you | |
| Don' t see what I saw | |
| Digger, pretend to be full | |
| Wholesome and truthful | |
| Depends on who' s around you | |
| Saying what you owe | |
| Digger, I never needed you | |
| I was your play tool | |
| Now that I' ve finished school | |
| I can finally say | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger | |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind | |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making | |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life |
| zuò cí : LADI6 | |
| zuò qǔ : Parks | |
| Chorus | |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger | |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind | |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making | |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Now you get to stand there, be the victim of the day | |
| Tell everyone around you, you were a pawn in your own game | |
| Oh, how the sympathy will flow as you rest your weary head | |
| You' ll be thinking ' bout your hardship, I' ll be chanting this instead | |
| Chorus | |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger | |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind | |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making | |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life | |
| Verse 2 | |
| My ears have bled blood, never to return | |
| I had to learn the hard way and the hard way gets you burned | |
| So burn me at the stake, I' ll be the witch of your middle age | |
| As I stand here in the fire, my final words you' ll hear me say | |
| Chorus | |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger | |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind | |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making | |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life | |
| Instrumental | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Oh, digger, a figure to run to | |
| You got me holding you | |
| Rocking you in my arms | |
| Blinded by you | |
| Oh, digger, I give you a month or two | |
| You' ll show your colours true | |
| I now see through you | |
| Don' t see what I saw | |
| Digger, pretend to be full | |
| Wholesome and truthful | |
| Depends on who' s around you | |
| Saying what you owe | |
| Digger, I never needed you | |
| I was your play tool | |
| Now that I' ve finished school | |
| I can finally say | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger | |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind | |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making | |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life |