歌曲 | Oliver Square |
歌手 | Cadence Weapon |
专辑 | Breaking Kayfabe |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pemberton | |
The swedes could speak about the heads we drums, rough! | |
City life will leave you red with blood | |
Punched holes in the wall, then they fed the the thugs lunch | |
After they rocked the party in the literal sense | |
Sedimentary propensity, they hit the kid on the lips | |
Shit, you could could be on Whyte Ave havin' the time of your life | |
Then you get your arm broken by a random cab driver, ask Katie | |
The nightlife is mad crazy, when a drunk tries to steal your car, he was trying to play me | |
But I didn't let him, we peeled off quick, then we parked at IGA to break the seals off the lid | |
Don't generalize, you must think and wonder | |
Why I drink 40's and memorize Bus-Link numbers | |
Well, I don't have a license, but I'm trying to gain prominence | |
Cause I'm living in a house with a fridge full of condiments | |
See me on the bill | |
Better follow me there | |
I solemnly swear | |
I'll make it back to Oliver Square | |
So I'm drunk at the Funky Pickle, nothing difficult | |
Came out with just napkins, it was something pitiful | |
Currently unemployed but I depend on my friends | |
To contend with my impending impulse to spend | |
So I let Jane cover my pitchers at The Strat | |
'Til I get a little bit of riches from this rap | |
But I digress, peeping few cherries in the rearview | |
RCMP check for drunks on a steer through | |
Yeah, I take the 7 off 82nd to get to Jasper | |
So I can hit New City with the electro clashers | |
And Doug says "it's a vouyers roleplay" | |
to check someone seated like their birthday in the worst way | |
See me at Victory, don't ask to see the skill | |
I'm sick of fanboys more obnoxious than Peter Hill | |
Robotic bill spit | |
I come with the ill shit, still good | |
More dangerous than Milwoods. | |
See me on the bill | |
Better follow me there | |
I solemnly swear | |
I'll make it back to Oliver Square | |
I need to listen like records, | |
You all oughta get dismissed, on the wake up | |
I tend to politic with Crisp | |
Don't stick your nose up, just cause the sick flow up | |
Like if you go to a show to might see Nik Kozub | |
Like if I'm on the mic, you better get froze up | |
Cause I cut aluminum like a bus station smoker | |
Anyway, we attend the Black Dog in on Tuesdays | |
Any crew with useless talk, don't give a fuck what you say | |
Better lay low if your connected to lame prose | |
I'm about to hit you with a Stella bottle at Halo | |
Ugly chicks at The Armory, talk sweet, alcoy | |
Girl, I don't wanna be seen in you like Cowboys | |
And I don't rap for free, not one dirty ryhme | |
Your list will go downtown like the 135 | |
Lamping real pretty, don't care what rapping can get me | |
I'm just letting y'all know, I'm from Champion City | |
See me on the bill | |
Better follow me there | |
I solemnly swear | |
I'll make it back to Oliver Square | |
From Milwoods, to the West-end | |
Ask anyone of my best friends | |
You know what it is |
zuo qu : Pemberton | |
The swedes could speak about the heads we drums, rough! | |
City life will leave you red with blood | |
Punched holes in the wall, then they fed the the thugs lunch | |
After they rocked the party in the literal sense | |
Sedimentary propensity, they hit the kid on the lips | |
Shit, you could could be on Whyte Ave havin' the time of your life | |
Then you get your arm broken by a random cab driver, ask Katie | |
The nightlife is mad crazy, when a drunk tries to steal your car, he was trying to play me | |
But I didn' t let him, we peeled off quick, then we parked at IGA to break the seals off the lid | |
Don' t generalize, you must think and wonder | |
Why I drink 40' s and memorize BusLink numbers | |
Well, I don' t have a license, but I' m trying to gain prominence | |
Cause I' m living in a house with a fridge full of condiments | |
See me on the bill | |
Better follow me there | |
I solemnly swear | |
I' ll make it back to Oliver Square | |
So I' m drunk at the Funky Pickle, nothing difficult | |
Came out with just napkins, it was something pitiful | |
Currently unemployed but I depend on my friends | |
To contend with my impending impulse to spend | |
So I let Jane cover my pitchers at The Strat | |
' Til I get a little bit of riches from this rap | |
But I digress, peeping few cherries in the rearview | |
RCMP check for drunks on a steer through | |
Yeah, I take the 7 off 82nd to get to Jasper | |
So I can hit New City with the electro clashers | |
And Doug says " it' s a vouyers roleplay" | |
to check someone seated like their birthday in the worst way | |
See me at Victory, don' t ask to see the skill | |
I' m sick of fanboys more obnoxious than Peter Hill | |
Robotic bill spit | |
I come with the ill shit, still good | |
More dangerous than Milwoods. | |
See me on the bill | |
Better follow me there | |
I solemnly swear | |
I' ll make it back to Oliver Square | |
I need to listen like records, | |
You all oughta get dismissed, on the wake up | |
I tend to politic with Crisp | |
Don' t stick your nose up, just cause the sick flow up | |
Like if you go to a show to might see Nik Kozub | |
Like if I' m on the mic, you better get froze up | |
Cause I cut aluminum like a bus station smoker | |
Anyway, we attend the Black Dog in on Tuesdays | |
Any crew with useless talk, don' t give a fuck what you say | |
Better lay low if your connected to lame prose | |
I' m about to hit you with a Stella bottle at Halo | |
Ugly chicks at The Armory, talk sweet, alcoy | |
Girl, I don' t wanna be seen in you like Cowboys | |
And I don' t rap for free, not one dirty ryhme | |
Your list will go downtown like the 135 | |
Lamping real pretty, don' t care what rapping can get me | |
I' m just letting y' all know, I' m from Champion City | |
See me on the bill | |
Better follow me there | |
I solemnly swear | |
I' ll make it back to Oliver Square | |
From Milwoods, to the Westend | |
Ask anyone of my best friends | |
You know what it is |
zuò qǔ : Pemberton | |
The swedes could speak about the heads we drums, rough! | |
City life will leave you red with blood | |
Punched holes in the wall, then they fed the the thugs lunch | |
After they rocked the party in the literal sense | |
Sedimentary propensity, they hit the kid on the lips | |
Shit, you could could be on Whyte Ave havin' the time of your life | |
Then you get your arm broken by a random cab driver, ask Katie | |
The nightlife is mad crazy, when a drunk tries to steal your car, he was trying to play me | |
But I didn' t let him, we peeled off quick, then we parked at IGA to break the seals off the lid | |
Don' t generalize, you must think and wonder | |
Why I drink 40' s and memorize BusLink numbers | |
Well, I don' t have a license, but I' m trying to gain prominence | |
Cause I' m living in a house with a fridge full of condiments | |
See me on the bill | |
Better follow me there | |
I solemnly swear | |
I' ll make it back to Oliver Square | |
So I' m drunk at the Funky Pickle, nothing difficult | |
Came out with just napkins, it was something pitiful | |
Currently unemployed but I depend on my friends | |
To contend with my impending impulse to spend | |
So I let Jane cover my pitchers at The Strat | |
' Til I get a little bit of riches from this rap | |
But I digress, peeping few cherries in the rearview | |
RCMP check for drunks on a steer through | |
Yeah, I take the 7 off 82nd to get to Jasper | |
So I can hit New City with the electro clashers | |
And Doug says " it' s a vouyers roleplay" | |
to check someone seated like their birthday in the worst way | |
See me at Victory, don' t ask to see the skill | |
I' m sick of fanboys more obnoxious than Peter Hill | |
Robotic bill spit | |
I come with the ill shit, still good | |
More dangerous than Milwoods. | |
See me on the bill | |
Better follow me there | |
I solemnly swear | |
I' ll make it back to Oliver Square | |
I need to listen like records, | |
You all oughta get dismissed, on the wake up | |
I tend to politic with Crisp | |
Don' t stick your nose up, just cause the sick flow up | |
Like if you go to a show to might see Nik Kozub | |
Like if I' m on the mic, you better get froze up | |
Cause I cut aluminum like a bus station smoker | |
Anyway, we attend the Black Dog in on Tuesdays | |
Any crew with useless talk, don' t give a fuck what you say | |
Better lay low if your connected to lame prose | |
I' m about to hit you with a Stella bottle at Halo | |
Ugly chicks at The Armory, talk sweet, alcoy | |
Girl, I don' t wanna be seen in you like Cowboys | |
And I don' t rap for free, not one dirty ryhme | |
Your list will go downtown like the 135 | |
Lamping real pretty, don' t care what rapping can get me | |
I' m just letting y' all know, I' m from Champion City | |
See me on the bill | |
Better follow me there | |
I solemnly swear | |
I' ll make it back to Oliver Square | |
From Milwoods, to the Westend | |
Ask anyone of my best friends | |
You know what it is |