歌曲 | Long Way of the 8th |
歌手 | Everthe8 |
专辑 | 8th the Human |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Тимур Бубеев | |
作曲 : Тимур Бубеев | |
And maybe I’m | |
too used to choose | |
‘tween | |
One Lie and two truth. | |
I mean. | |
fraud bitches need to come clean, | |
Like, excuse me. | |
Pause. | |
I used to punch people like Bruce lee. | |
sauce and juice, and blue cheese | |
my daily menu, | |
this’s nutritious | |
for doomed streets and hood dreams | |
me? | |
I’ve never met any bloods and crips | |
i used to know a few kids | |
who grew up like room trees, | |
quiet life | |
With no beefs and no spliffs, | |
And having no troubles with police and thug shit. | |
in a nutshell it’s sucks shit and routine, | |
but to each his own, | |
So what about me? | |
I, for one, decided to rock chain and | |
Spray things, | |
But it seems, I trapped inside dreams | |
and can’t spread wings. | |
and I don't really feel like wake up, | |
So Maybe I sleep, | |
If that’s true | |
pinch me soft, sweet.. | |
Grey of the hair, player’s grey matter, | |
pray for the best, wait for the next day. | |
shit change. i can say, | |
Patience and prayers. | |
get deep | |
peel back the layers | |
Pictures and sketches, | |
really im just making | |
Glitch and the scratches, | |
Where it should not be, | |
Searching for a place, | |
where 8th might to stay. | |
I helped him escape, | |
from my inner jail. | |
he came a long way | |
from day one | |
to 8th. | |
But today all hail the seventh. |
zuo ci : | |
zuo qu : | |
And maybe I' m | |
too used to choose | |
' tween | |
One Lie and two truth. | |
I mean. | |
fraud bitches need to come clean, | |
Like, excuse me. | |
Pause. | |
I used to punch people like Bruce lee. | |
sauce and juice, and blue cheese | |
my daily menu, | |
this' s nutritious | |
for doomed streets and hood dreams | |
me? | |
I' ve never met any bloods and crips | |
i used to know a few kids | |
who grew up like room trees, | |
quiet life | |
With no beefs and no spliffs, | |
And having no troubles with police and thug shit. | |
in a nutshell it' s sucks shit and routine, | |
but to each his own, | |
So what about me? | |
I, for one, decided to rock chain and | |
Spray things, | |
But it seems, I trapped inside dreams | |
and can' t spread wings. | |
and I don' t really feel like wake up, | |
So Maybe I sleep, | |
If that' s true | |
pinch me soft, sweet.. | |
Grey of the hair, player' s grey matter, | |
pray for the best, wait for the next day. | |
shit change. i can say, | |
Patience and prayers. | |
get deep | |
peel back the layers | |
Pictures and sketches, | |
really im just making | |
Glitch and the scratches, | |
Where it should not be, | |
Searching for a place, | |
where 8th might to stay. | |
I helped him escape, | |
from my inner jail. | |
he came a long way | |
from day one | |
to 8th. | |
But today all hail the seventh. |
zuò cí : | |
zuò qǔ : | |
And maybe I' m | |
too used to choose | |
' tween | |
One Lie and two truth. | |
I mean. | |
fraud bitches need to come clean, | |
Like, excuse me. | |
Pause. | |
I used to punch people like Bruce lee. | |
sauce and juice, and blue cheese | |
my daily menu, | |
this' s nutritious | |
for doomed streets and hood dreams | |
me? | |
I' ve never met any bloods and crips | |
i used to know a few kids | |
who grew up like room trees, | |
quiet life | |
With no beefs and no spliffs, | |
And having no troubles with police and thug shit. | |
in a nutshell it' s sucks shit and routine, | |
but to each his own, | |
So what about me? | |
I, for one, decided to rock chain and | |
Spray things, | |
But it seems, I trapped inside dreams | |
and can' t spread wings. | |
and I don' t really feel like wake up, | |
So Maybe I sleep, | |
If that' s true | |
pinch me soft, sweet.. | |
Grey of the hair, player' s grey matter, | |
pray for the best, wait for the next day. | |
shit change. i can say, | |
Patience and prayers. | |
get deep | |
peel back the layers | |
Pictures and sketches, | |
really im just making | |
Glitch and the scratches, | |
Where it should not be, | |
Searching for a place, | |
where 8th might to stay. | |
I helped him escape, | |
from my inner jail. | |
he came a long way | |
from day one | |
to 8th. | |
But today all hail the seventh. |