歌曲 | Ever Green |
歌手 | Everthe8 |
专辑 | 8th the Human |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Тимур Бубеев | |
作曲 : Тимур Бубеев | |
I was at the station, waitin for the bus, | |
Skinny lil Asian, in the middle of the fuss. | |
I ****ed and fingered all their songs, | |
When I’m done the beat, | |
I made em wait for too long, | |
when I start to speak. | |
I came from the street, | |
I came for the cake, | |
I came with my clique, | |
We came for the fame. | |
Ever eight, | |
is the one who funk the fate. | |
I go big today | |
or I go big someday, | |
Anyway. | |
Remember me? | |
Empty stomach, dirty feet, | |
Now | |
Fortune jumping | |
on my lucky dick, | |
Who can predict this? | |
I remember when I write the songs | |
in lil wooden house, | |
Addicted to auto tune and 808, | |
That was a sick shit. | |
Ever green, I’m in the green, | |
ever struggling, | |
Ever since a kid, | |
I was supposed to be | |
extra hustling. | |
Truthfully, I don’t know what’s next, | |
But I’ll do my best, | |
I don’t know what’s next | |
But I make it last forever, |
zuo ci : | |
zuo qu : | |
I was at the station, waitin for the bus, | |
Skinny lil Asian, in the middle of the fuss. | |
I ed and fingered all their songs, | |
When I' m done the beat, | |
I made em wait for too long, | |
when I start to speak. | |
I came from the street, | |
I came for the cake, | |
I came with my clique, | |
We came for the fame. | |
Ever eight, | |
is the one who funk the fate. | |
I go big today | |
or I go big someday, | |
Anyway. | |
Remember me? | |
Empty stomach, dirty feet, | |
Now | |
Fortune jumping | |
on my lucky dick, | |
Who can predict this? | |
I remember when I write the songs | |
in lil wooden house, | |
Addicted to auto tune and 808, | |
That was a sick shit. | |
Ever green, I' m in the green, | |
ever struggling, | |
Ever since a kid, | |
I was supposed to be | |
extra hustling. | |
Truthfully, I don' t know what' s next, | |
But I' ll do my best, | |
I don' t know what' s next | |
But I make it last forever, |
zuò cí : | |
zuò qǔ : | |
I was at the station, waitin for the bus, | |
Skinny lil Asian, in the middle of the fuss. | |
I ed and fingered all their songs, | |
When I' m done the beat, | |
I made em wait for too long, | |
when I start to speak. | |
I came from the street, | |
I came for the cake, | |
I came with my clique, | |
We came for the fame. | |
Ever eight, | |
is the one who funk the fate. | |
I go big today | |
or I go big someday, | |
Anyway. | |
Remember me? | |
Empty stomach, dirty feet, | |
Now | |
Fortune jumping | |
on my lucky dick, | |
Who can predict this? | |
I remember when I write the songs | |
in lil wooden house, | |
Addicted to auto tune and 808, | |
That was a sick shit. | |
Ever green, I' m in the green, | |
ever struggling, | |
Ever since a kid, | |
I was supposed to be | |
extra hustling. | |
Truthfully, I don' t know what' s next, | |
But I' ll do my best, | |
I don' t know what' s next | |
But I make it last forever, |