The Floor 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Floor |
| 歌手 | Buck 65 |
| 专辑 | Secret House Against The World |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| I can remember being seven years old | |
| Having goldfish that circled around in a bowl | |
| I would watch the forest burn and listen to the wind blow | |
| I remember the table, the drapes, and the window | |
| The dark brown everything, decoration, styling | |
| Most of all, I can remember my mother smiling | |
| Worn out and faded, my hometown was scrappy | |
| More than anything, she wanted us to be happy | |
| Little to eat and back and forth to the hospital | |
| She was right, it's better to be happy if possible | |
| But the old man was under attack and was weak | |
| And continued to beat us several times a week | |
| He lived like a king even though we were piss poor | |
| I tried to be strong and careful what I wished for | |
| My outside ached, my inside stung | |
| The long leather belt had replaced his tongue | |
| Not knowing how to run or how to hit the brakes | |
| A white picket fence was built around a pit of snakes | |
| Both a wonder and frightening, the thunder and lightning | |
| These were the sounds and sights of a thousand fights | |
| My mother, the poor fish, staging eternal | |
| Charades and parades for the raging inferno | |
| Wanting to be happy, beaten all the while | |
| Asking me always, why don't you ever smile | |
| And she'd show me how to do it, mother and wife | |
| It was the saddest smile I ever saw in my life | |
| It hurt worse than death but for her sake I tried | |
| And one day all of those goldfish died | |
| Hurricane, forest fire, out of control | |
| Eyes open, floating on the water in the bowl | |
| And when my father came home, he walked through the door | |
| And threw those fish to the cat on the kitchen floor | |
| And the wind died too and I was still a child | |
| And the three of us watched as my mother smiled |
| zuo ci : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| I can remember being seven years old | |
| Having goldfish that circled around in a bowl | |
| I would watch the forest burn and listen to the wind blow | |
| I remember the table, the drapes, and the window | |
| The dark brown everything, decoration, styling | |
| Most of all, I can remember my mother smiling | |
| Worn out and faded, my hometown was scrappy | |
| More than anything, she wanted us to be happy | |
| Little to eat and back and forth to the hospital | |
| She was right, it' s better to be happy if possible | |
| But the old man was under attack and was weak | |
| And continued to beat us several times a week | |
| He lived like a king even though we were piss poor | |
| I tried to be strong and careful what I wished for | |
| My outside ached, my inside stung | |
| The long leather belt had replaced his tongue | |
| Not knowing how to run or how to hit the brakes | |
| A white picket fence was built around a pit of snakes | |
| Both a wonder and frightening, the thunder and lightning | |
| These were the sounds and sights of a thousand fights | |
| My mother, the poor fish, staging eternal | |
| Charades and parades for the raging inferno | |
| Wanting to be happy, beaten all the while | |
| Asking me always, why don' t you ever smile | |
| And she' d show me how to do it, mother and wife | |
| It was the saddest smile I ever saw in my life | |
| It hurt worse than death but for her sake I tried | |
| And one day all of those goldfish died | |
| Hurricane, forest fire, out of control | |
| Eyes open, floating on the water in the bowl | |
| And when my father came home, he walked through the door | |
| And threw those fish to the cat on the kitchen floor | |
| And the wind died too and I was still a child | |
| And the three of us watched as my mother smiled |
| zuò cí : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| I can remember being seven years old | |
| Having goldfish that circled around in a bowl | |
| I would watch the forest burn and listen to the wind blow | |
| I remember the table, the drapes, and the window | |
| The dark brown everything, decoration, styling | |
| Most of all, I can remember my mother smiling | |
| Worn out and faded, my hometown was scrappy | |
| More than anything, she wanted us to be happy | |
| Little to eat and back and forth to the hospital | |
| She was right, it' s better to be happy if possible | |
| But the old man was under attack and was weak | |
| And continued to beat us several times a week | |
| He lived like a king even though we were piss poor | |
| I tried to be strong and careful what I wished for | |
| My outside ached, my inside stung | |
| The long leather belt had replaced his tongue | |
| Not knowing how to run or how to hit the brakes | |
| A white picket fence was built around a pit of snakes | |
| Both a wonder and frightening, the thunder and lightning | |
| These were the sounds and sights of a thousand fights | |
| My mother, the poor fish, staging eternal | |
| Charades and parades for the raging inferno | |
| Wanting to be happy, beaten all the while | |
| Asking me always, why don' t you ever smile | |
| And she' d show me how to do it, mother and wife | |
| It was the saddest smile I ever saw in my life | |
| It hurt worse than death but for her sake I tried | |
| And one day all of those goldfish died | |
| Hurricane, forest fire, out of control | |
| Eyes open, floating on the water in the bowl | |
| And when my father came home, he walked through the door | |
| And threw those fish to the cat on the kitchen floor | |
| And the wind died too and I was still a child | |
| And the three of us watched as my mother smiled |
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