歌曲 | Mr. Nobody |
歌手 | Buck 65 |
专辑 | Situation |
Mr. Nobody. Real life, fake lotus. | |
Break focus. Way too normal to take notice. | |
Women and rage. Sugar, salt, cinnamon, sage. | |
The city throbs. Endless shitty jobs and minimum wage. | |
It's nonsense. Flashy patterns, polka dots and gold checkers | |
Cold efforts. Avid collector of old records. | |
Mostly poor. Little things you have to look closely for. | |
I hate kids and standing in line at the grocery store. | |
I'm divorced. Exile enforced. New fears | |
A few beers. I haven't had sex in over two years. | |
I've tried to trust. It's useless. I wallow in my disgust. | |
Why discuss it? No car, I ride the bus. | |
Steel doesn't decide to rust it just does. | |
Words written out with your finger where the dust was. | |
Cliché. He-say she-say. So funny | |
Forgot to laugh. Go study. Call me Mr. Nobody. | |
The invisible man. | |
I'm hiding in the bushes. | |
The invisible man. | |
I'm stewing in my own juices | |
Unfurled young girl. Stand up. Strike back. | |
Get dressed. Don't hold yourself open like that, | |
It's terrible. Carryin on. Precarious position. | |
Jumpin', kissin'. I look in your eyes and I see that something's missing. | |
You've been punished, brainwashed. Pain squashed, | |
Haunted and hunted. You could have had anyting you wanted. | |
Now you're ruined. Screwing around with a villain. | |
If I ever find out who did this to you, I swear to God, I kill him. | |
The invisible man. | |
I'm hiding in the bushes. | |
The invisible man. | |
I'm stewing in my own juices. | |
The invisible man. | |
Writing letters to the editor. | |
The invisible man. | |
Riding a bike with a flat tire... |
Mr. Nobody. Real life, fake lotus. | |
Break focus. Way too normal to take notice. | |
Women and rage. Sugar, salt, cinnamon, sage. | |
The city throbs. Endless shitty jobs and minimum wage. | |
It' s nonsense. Flashy patterns, polka dots and gold checkers | |
Cold efforts. Avid collector of old records. | |
Mostly poor. Little things you have to look closely for. | |
I hate kids and standing in line at the grocery store. | |
I' m divorced. Exile enforced. New fears | |
A few beers. I haven' t had sex in over two years. | |
I' ve tried to trust. It' s useless. I wallow in my disgust. | |
Why discuss it? No car, I ride the bus. | |
Steel doesn' t decide to rust it just does. | |
Words written out with your finger where the dust was. | |
Cliché. Hesay shesay. So funny | |
Forgot to laugh. Go study. Call me Mr. Nobody. | |
The invisible man. | |
I' m hiding in the bushes. | |
The invisible man. | |
I' m stewing in my own juices | |
Unfurled young girl. Stand up. Strike back. | |
Get dressed. Don' t hold yourself open like that, | |
It' s terrible. Carryin on. Precarious position. | |
Jumpin', kissin'. I look in your eyes and I see that something' s missing. | |
You' ve been punished, brainwashed. Pain squashed, | |
Haunted and hunted. You could have had anyting you wanted. | |
Now you' re ruined. Screwing around with a villain. | |
If I ever find out who did this to you, I swear to God, I kill him. | |
The invisible man. | |
I' m hiding in the bushes. | |
The invisible man. | |
I' m stewing in my own juices. | |
The invisible man. | |
Writing letters to the editor. | |
The invisible man. | |
Riding a bike with a flat tire... |