| 作词 : George King | |
| 作曲 : George King | |
| I waited ages, I was trying too hard | |
| Think I was dying for stardom, look at me | |
| This black kid from E14, was writing some bars, | |
| And fighting in classes, mr Know it all, | |
| Rolling with what’s his name, what’s his face in them glasses | |
| Broke… we had it the hardest | |
| And my choice of women’s been swag, | |
| Cos the one’s I’ve wanted, didn’t go for personality, Nah, or any of that respectable garbage | |
| Crisis, I don’t know what the stars have written, | |
| But mum said, have faith, when I was questioning our religion | |
| No silver linings, my clouds had the darkest ribbons | |
| Simple minded, making mistakes, while asking to be forgiven | |
| So… When they spat bars, I was flemming rivers | |
| You may need witch craft and several wizards | |
| The Sith’s dark, they either want me dead or prison | |
| And talking some shit, like, have you seen Trim’s misses? | |
| I’m missing. Wishing them all shit life, and hell for every ****ing winter they live in | |
| I’ve been nice, and leave the thinking to women | |
| You do shit, them flies ain’t even pitching, | |
| Acting like paedo’s, child minding my business | |
| You think I owe you something don’t you? Ha, yeah… | |
| But you ain’t writing these lyrics | |
| And cut a walk with the god’s, they ain’t liking my spirit… I’m gone | |
| I can send them an image, tweet me cos the silence is sickening | |
| I don’t know why I’m the one they’re begging to differ with | |
| But, the difference is, | |
| They tried to make me jump, but the kid didn’t flinch | |
| I got old school MC’s telling me they did it big, | |
| You won’t ever ever ever get a sixteen out of Trim. I’m gone… | |
| Was it ever my fault? | |
| Still pointing the finger, but, it isn’t my blame to pass | |
| Are you making sense of it all? Of these Chinese Whispers | |
| Welcome to this side of the fence… | |
| Crabs in a barrel, meanwhile back at the farm these translucent emotions ripple throughout this council debris, | |
| Why do you hide from the light? Why do you hide from the light? | |
| I’m behind all the front that they call my image | |
| Adding more acid to this rain | |
| Thunder still trying to be heard | |
| But he’s all talk, my hand’s are tied, and loyalty’s no longer with us | |
| It’s a shame, it’s a shame… | |
| Why, why do you hide from the light? | |
| Why, why do you hide from the light? |
| zuo ci : George King | |
| zuo qu : George King | |
| I waited ages, I was trying too hard | |
| Think I was dying for stardom, look at me | |
| This black kid from E14, was writing some bars, | |
| And fighting in classes, mr Know it all, | |
| Rolling with what' s his name, what' s his face in them glasses | |
| Broke we had it the hardest | |
| And my choice of women' s been swag, | |
| Cos the one' s I' ve wanted, didn' t go for personality, Nah, or any of that respectable garbage | |
| Crisis, I don' t know what the stars have written, | |
| But mum said, have faith, when I was questioning our religion | |
| No silver linings, my clouds had the darkest ribbons | |
| Simple minded, making mistakes, while asking to be forgiven | |
| So When they spat bars, I was flemming rivers | |
| You may need witch craft and several wizards | |
| The Sith' s dark, they either want me dead or prison | |
| And talking some shit, like, have you seen Trim' s misses? | |
| I' m missing. Wishing them all shit life, and hell for every ing winter they live in | |
| I' ve been nice, and leave the thinking to women | |
| You do shit, them flies ain' t even pitching, | |
| Acting like paedo' s, child minding my business | |
| You think I owe you something don' t you? Ha, yeah | |
| But you ain' t writing these lyrics | |
| And cut a walk with the god' s, they ain' t liking my spirit I' m gone | |
| I can send them an image, tweet me cos the silence is sickening | |
| I don' t know why I' m the one they' re begging to differ with | |
| But, the difference is, | |
| They tried to make me jump, but the kid didn' t flinch | |
| I got old school MC' s telling me they did it big, | |
| You won' t ever ever ever get a sixteen out of Trim. I' m gone | |
| Was it ever my fault? | |
| Still pointing the finger, but, it isn' t my blame to pass | |
| Are you making sense of it all? Of these Chinese Whispers | |
| Welcome to this side of the fence | |
| Crabs in a barrel, meanwhile back at the farm these translucent emotions ripple throughout this council debris, | |
| Why do you hide from the light? Why do you hide from the light? | |
| I' m behind all the front that they call my image | |
| Adding more acid to this rain | |
| Thunder still trying to be heard | |
| But he' s all talk, my hand' s are tied, and loyalty' s no longer with us | |
| It' s a shame, it' s a shame | |
| Why, why do you hide from the light? | |
| Why, why do you hide from the light? |
| zuò cí : George King | |
| zuò qǔ : George King | |
| I waited ages, I was trying too hard | |
| Think I was dying for stardom, look at me | |
| This black kid from E14, was writing some bars, | |
| And fighting in classes, mr Know it all, | |
| Rolling with what' s his name, what' s his face in them glasses | |
| Broke we had it the hardest | |
| And my choice of women' s been swag, | |
| Cos the one' s I' ve wanted, didn' t go for personality, Nah, or any of that respectable garbage | |
| Crisis, I don' t know what the stars have written, | |
| But mum said, have faith, when I was questioning our religion | |
| No silver linings, my clouds had the darkest ribbons | |
| Simple minded, making mistakes, while asking to be forgiven | |
| So When they spat bars, I was flemming rivers | |
| You may need witch craft and several wizards | |
| The Sith' s dark, they either want me dead or prison | |
| And talking some shit, like, have you seen Trim' s misses? | |
| I' m missing. Wishing them all shit life, and hell for every ing winter they live in | |
| I' ve been nice, and leave the thinking to women | |
| You do shit, them flies ain' t even pitching, | |
| Acting like paedo' s, child minding my business | |
| You think I owe you something don' t you? Ha, yeah | |
| But you ain' t writing these lyrics | |
| And cut a walk with the god' s, they ain' t liking my spirit I' m gone | |
| I can send them an image, tweet me cos the silence is sickening | |
| I don' t know why I' m the one they' re begging to differ with | |
| But, the difference is, | |
| They tried to make me jump, but the kid didn' t flinch | |
| I got old school MC' s telling me they did it big, | |
| You won' t ever ever ever get a sixteen out of Trim. I' m gone | |
| Was it ever my fault? | |
| Still pointing the finger, but, it isn' t my blame to pass | |
| Are you making sense of it all? Of these Chinese Whispers | |
| Welcome to this side of the fence | |
| Crabs in a barrel, meanwhile back at the farm these translucent emotions ripple throughout this council debris, | |
| Why do you hide from the light? Why do you hide from the light? | |
| I' m behind all the front that they call my image | |
| Adding more acid to this rain | |
| Thunder still trying to be heard | |
| But he' s all talk, my hand' s are tied, and loyalty' s no longer with us | |
| It' s a shame, it' s a shame | |
| Why, why do you hide from the light? | |
| Why, why do you hide from the light? |
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