歌曲 | Leftfielder |
歌手 | Buck 65 |
专辑 | Talkin' Honky Blues |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buck 65, T.O.A.B. La Rone | |
Leftfielder, living in a suitcase | |
Comfortable shoes, photo album and toothpaste | |
Road atlas, learning my way around | |
Kissing the pavement, lucky cause I may have drowned | |
Hotel notepad, three pens for five dollars | |
Black, red and blue, recommended by scholars | |
On foot, talking loud and telling fortunes | |
Steadily building up an empire and selling portions | |
Spinning plates, disappearing, walking the high wire | |
Sawing a woman in half, on trial by fire | |
Call me country, I'm dry as a bone | |
Perhaps I would die if I was alone | |
I pray to Saint Christopher and shout at the devil | |
I made a million promises and have broken several | |
Man of the moment, trying to get some more | |
And you never heard it like this before | |
Fly fisherman, don't know, don't care | |
Straight out of the muddle of butt fudge nowhere | |
Champion of breakfast, reverse kleptomaniac | |
Rainy day wallflower, what did you expect | |
Pickled beats everywhere, daily pollution | |
Everyone's looking for a saline solution | |
Give me a lawnmower, something made of wood | |
Beat up contraptions that smoke when they heat up | |
Pygmalion, big city grease monkey | |
Maybe the most honest, probably the least funky | |
Raccoon with rabies, backstage hermit crab | |
Give me your Zippidily Do Da and I will turn it sad | |
Permanent scar on a smooth face of mediocrity | |
Just leave it up to me to rock it awkwardly | |
Tin can evangelist, trying to make some more | |
And you never heard it like this before |
zuo ci : Buck 65, T. O. A. B. La Rone | |
Leftfielder, living in a suitcase | |
Comfortable shoes, photo album and toothpaste | |
Road atlas, learning my way around | |
Kissing the pavement, lucky cause I may have drowned | |
Hotel notepad, three pens for five dollars | |
Black, red and blue, recommended by scholars | |
On foot, talking loud and telling fortunes | |
Steadily building up an empire and selling portions | |
Spinning plates, disappearing, walking the high wire | |
Sawing a woman in half, on trial by fire | |
Call me country, I' m dry as a bone | |
Perhaps I would die if I was alone | |
I pray to Saint Christopher and shout at the devil | |
I made a million promises and have broken several | |
Man of the moment, trying to get some more | |
And you never heard it like this before | |
Fly fisherman, don' t know, don' t care | |
Straight out of the muddle of butt fudge nowhere | |
Champion of breakfast, reverse kleptomaniac | |
Rainy day wallflower, what did you expect | |
Pickled beats everywhere, daily pollution | |
Everyone' s looking for a saline solution | |
Give me a lawnmower, something made of wood | |
Beat up contraptions that smoke when they heat up | |
Pygmalion, big city grease monkey | |
Maybe the most honest, probably the least funky | |
Raccoon with rabies, backstage hermit crab | |
Give me your Zippidily Do Da and I will turn it sad | |
Permanent scar on a smooth face of mediocrity | |
Just leave it up to me to rock it awkwardly | |
Tin can evangelist, trying to make some more | |
And you never heard it like this before |
zuò cí : Buck 65, T. O. A. B. La Rone | |
Leftfielder, living in a suitcase | |
Comfortable shoes, photo album and toothpaste | |
Road atlas, learning my way around | |
Kissing the pavement, lucky cause I may have drowned | |
Hotel notepad, three pens for five dollars | |
Black, red and blue, recommended by scholars | |
On foot, talking loud and telling fortunes | |
Steadily building up an empire and selling portions | |
Spinning plates, disappearing, walking the high wire | |
Sawing a woman in half, on trial by fire | |
Call me country, I' m dry as a bone | |
Perhaps I would die if I was alone | |
I pray to Saint Christopher and shout at the devil | |
I made a million promises and have broken several | |
Man of the moment, trying to get some more | |
And you never heard it like this before | |
Fly fisherman, don' t know, don' t care | |
Straight out of the muddle of butt fudge nowhere | |
Champion of breakfast, reverse kleptomaniac | |
Rainy day wallflower, what did you expect | |
Pickled beats everywhere, daily pollution | |
Everyone' s looking for a saline solution | |
Give me a lawnmower, something made of wood | |
Beat up contraptions that smoke when they heat up | |
Pygmalion, big city grease monkey | |
Maybe the most honest, probably the least funky | |
Raccoon with rabies, backstage hermit crab | |
Give me your Zippidily Do Da and I will turn it sad | |
Permanent scar on a smooth face of mediocrity | |
Just leave it up to me to rock it awkwardly | |
Tin can evangelist, trying to make some more | |
And you never heard it like this before |