作曲 : Rademaker, Rademaker | |
作词 : RADEMAKER DARREN | |
Sometimes this life gives you the ball | |
But you hand it to the other side | |
What kind of man have I become | |
Have I bottled up and sold my pride | |
Well you know me I ain't been goin' nowhere | |
On my slight hypocritical trip | |
Well you know me I ain't goin' nowhere | |
No real need to flip | |
When it slip slip slips right away | |
Down the hatch | |
It slip slip slips right away | |
And soon you don't rate me | |
Sometimes a girl shows you the ball | |
And then passes to the other side | |
What kind of woman would do that | |
Did she get lost somewhere down the line | |
Well I know her she ain't goin nowhere | |
On her weak metaphysical kick | |
Well I know her she ain't goin' nowhere | |
I've no need to trip | |
When it slip slip slips right away | |
Down the hatch | |
It slip slip slips right away | |
And soon you don't rate me | |
And I don't rate you | |
Sometimes this life gives you a sign | |
But you're struck temporarily blind | |
What kind of man have I become | |
Have I given up and lost my mind | |
Well you know me I ain't goin' nowhere | |
On my slight hypocritical trip | |
Well you know me I ain't been goin' nowhere | |
So don't give me no lip | |
When it slip slip slips right away | |
Down the hatch | |
It slip slip slips right away | |
And soon you don't rate me | |
But I won't hate you | |
I'll just remember how I used to make you laugh | |
I can remember how I used to make you laugh | |
You see the long train runnin' | |
Whistle's blown just to make you feel lonely and sad | |
If you ain't believin' you better start retreating | |
Or soon you'll be a bleedin' | |
Go ask yer dad |
zuo qu : Rademaker, Rademaker | |
zuo ci : RADEMAKER DARREN | |
Sometimes this life gives you the ball | |
But you hand it to the other side | |
What kind of man have I become | |
Have I bottled up and sold my pride | |
Well you know me I ain' t been goin' nowhere | |
On my slight hypocritical trip | |
Well you know me I ain' t goin' nowhere | |
No real need to flip | |
When it slip slip slips right away | |
Down the hatch | |
It slip slip slips right away | |
And soon you don' t rate me | |
Sometimes a girl shows you the ball | |
And then passes to the other side | |
What kind of woman would do that | |
Did she get lost somewhere down the line | |
Well I know her she ain' t goin nowhere | |
On her weak metaphysical kick | |
Well I know her she ain' t goin' nowhere | |
I' ve no need to trip | |
When it slip slip slips right away | |
Down the hatch | |
It slip slip slips right away | |
And soon you don' t rate me | |
And I don' t rate you | |
Sometimes this life gives you a sign | |
But you' re struck temporarily blind | |
What kind of man have I become | |
Have I given up and lost my mind | |
Well you know me I ain' t goin' nowhere | |
On my slight hypocritical trip | |
Well you know me I ain' t been goin' nowhere | |
So don' t give me no lip | |
When it slip slip slips right away | |
Down the hatch | |
It slip slip slips right away | |
And soon you don' t rate me | |
But I won' t hate you | |
I' ll just remember how I used to make you laugh | |
I can remember how I used to make you laugh | |
You see the long train runnin' | |
Whistle' s blown just to make you feel lonely and sad | |
If you ain' t believin' you better start retreating | |
Or soon you' ll be a bleedin' | |
Go ask yer dad |
zuò qǔ : Rademaker, Rademaker | |
zuò cí : RADEMAKER DARREN | |
Sometimes this life gives you the ball | |
But you hand it to the other side | |
What kind of man have I become | |
Have I bottled up and sold my pride | |
Well you know me I ain' t been goin' nowhere | |
On my slight hypocritical trip | |
Well you know me I ain' t goin' nowhere | |
No real need to flip | |
When it slip slip slips right away | |
Down the hatch | |
It slip slip slips right away | |
And soon you don' t rate me | |
Sometimes a girl shows you the ball | |
And then passes to the other side | |
What kind of woman would do that | |
Did she get lost somewhere down the line | |
Well I know her she ain' t goin nowhere | |
On her weak metaphysical kick | |
Well I know her she ain' t goin' nowhere | |
I' ve no need to trip | |
When it slip slip slips right away | |
Down the hatch | |
It slip slip slips right away | |
And soon you don' t rate me | |
And I don' t rate you | |
Sometimes this life gives you a sign | |
But you' re struck temporarily blind | |
What kind of man have I become | |
Have I given up and lost my mind | |
Well you know me I ain' t goin' nowhere | |
On my slight hypocritical trip | |
Well you know me I ain' t been goin' nowhere | |
So don' t give me no lip | |
When it slip slip slips right away | |
Down the hatch | |
It slip slip slips right away | |
And soon you don' t rate me | |
But I won' t hate you | |
I' ll just remember how I used to make you laugh | |
I can remember how I used to make you laugh | |
You see the long train runnin' | |
Whistle' s blown just to make you feel lonely and sad | |
If you ain' t believin' you better start retreating | |
Or soon you' ll be a bleedin' | |
Go ask yer dad |