| 作曲 : Collins Thompson Barnes+Fr | |
| 作词 : Collins Thompson Barnes+Fr | |
| And the radio daze kept us in the dark | |
| And the satellite age brings us to the light | |
| Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite | |
| They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Yo, so what you searchin' for? | |
| From birth born hurtin' and yearnin' for certain somethings | |
| Lurkin' and murk 'em, got them turnin' this bed into a coffin | |
| Burning over passions in this passion | |
| Or more or less over what the past done passed us' | |
| Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes | |
| Phases that trap us and cage us like classes | |
| Foggin' my glasses, lost in a mass mess | |
| Task-less dilemma to match somebody's status | |
| And I'm average as fuck, no car cats gassin' me up | |
| Passin' bucks like a casual blunt | |
| Granted hustlin' habits on the stumble, the mansion | |
| While bums pass, askin' for a buck for some bagged bricks | |
| Bad shit goin' down on the daily | |
| While bad chicks pass in a | |
| Mercedez, damn | |
| They say he's the bastard for chasin' 'em | |
| Maybe, it's the patterns that make me that made me crazy | |
| And the radio daze kept us in the dark | |
| And the satellite age brings us to the light | |
| Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite | |
| They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Life is fiction, competition and contradiction | |
| Petty perceptions, window dressing for misdirection | |
| Love is a lotto, | |
| I know I know you know what | |
| I knowHope is so hollow that's why winos follow the bottle | |
| And people pressure make death a hidden treasure | |
| A girly pleasure, lonely language inside a letter | |
| It's now or never, move it, move it, love it or lose it' | |
| Fore it's recruited, then included inside the stupid | |
| It's things of nature, paid a player and say your prayers | |
| Naysayers, the haters, the major players, the beggars | |
| You 'bout it, 'bout it, don't allow it to pow without it | |
| Then those who doubt it, do or die to death are cowards | |
| The world is yours, and the world we can't afford | |
| So ignore the law, start a fire, then start a war | |
| If you're sick and tired of your access denied | |
| Free will died long before | |
| Glydes and i | |
| PodAnd the radio daze kept us in the dark | |
| And the satellite age brings us to the light | |
| Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite | |
| They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Yo, it's too much strain, phenomenal gain | |
| I'm goin' through things, headaches, abdominal pain | |
| Tryin' to numb it with that kettle like | |
| I'm from the | |
| UkraineCheck the blue flame, lighter runnin' out of butane | |
| What's up with my destructive urge that's unproductive? | |
| Choices I'm stuck with now startin' to fuck with | |
| Contaminating family and close friends | |
| Tellin' me to stop burnin' the candle at both ends | |
| Ain't like | |
| I'm on a coke binge, hangin' in dope dens | |
| Or life is just a pool of | |
| Patron I'm soaked in | |
| The darker the covenant-slash-trainwreck for you to rubberneck | |
| You ain't felt the true pain yet so you be lovin' that | |
| Hit me up at black.gov like the government | |
| Banana Republican, alien intelligence | |
| Kill switch, real pissed, thinkin' of some ill shit | |
| The stone the builder refused, he need to build with | |
| Got immunized for both flus, | |
| I'm still sick | |
| Via satellite, radio, the realness | |
| And the radio daze kept us in the dark | |
| And the satellite age brings us to the light | |
| Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite | |
| They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight | |
| And the radio daze | |
| And the radio daze | |
| And the radio daze |
| zuo qu : Collins Thompson Barnes Fr | |
| zuo ci : Collins Thompson Barnes Fr | |
| And the radio daze kept us in the dark | |
| And the satellite age brings us to the light | |
| Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite | |
| They ain' t ready to talk, they' re ready to fight | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Yo, so what you searchin' for? | |
| From birth born hurtin' and yearnin' for certain somethings | |
| Lurkin' and murk ' em, got them turnin' this bed into a coffin | |
| Burning over passions in this passion | |
| Or more or less over what the past done passed us' | |
| Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes | |
| Phases that trap us and cage us like classes | |
| Foggin' my glasses, lost in a mass mess | |
| Taskless dilemma to match somebody' s status | |
| And I' m average as fuck, no car cats gassin' me up | |
| Passin' bucks like a casual blunt | |
| Granted hustlin' habits on the stumble, the mansion | |
| While bums pass, askin' for a buck for some bagged bricks | |
| Bad shit goin' down on the daily | |
| While bad chicks pass in a | |
| Mercedez, damn | |
| They say he' s the bastard for chasin' ' em | |
| Maybe, it' s the patterns that make me that made me crazy | |
| And the radio daze kept us in the dark | |
| And the satellite age brings us to the light | |
| Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite | |
| They ain' t ready to talk, they' re ready to fight | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Life is fiction, competition and contradiction | |
| Petty perceptions, window dressing for misdirection | |
| Love is a lotto, | |
| I know I know you know what | |
| I knowHope is so hollow that' s why winos follow the bottle | |
| And people pressure make death a hidden treasure | |
| A girly pleasure, lonely language inside a letter | |
| It' s now or never, move it, move it, love it or lose it' | |
| Fore it' s recruited, then included inside the stupid | |
| It' s things of nature, paid a player and say your prayers | |
| Naysayers, the haters, the major players, the beggars | |
| You ' bout it, ' bout it, don' t allow it to pow without it | |
| Then those who doubt it, do or die to death are cowards | |
| The world is yours, and the world we can' t afford | |
| So ignore the law, start a fire, then start a war | |
| If you' re sick and tired of your access denied | |
| Free will died long before | |
| Glydes and i | |
| PodAnd the radio daze kept us in the dark | |
| And the satellite age brings us to the light | |
| Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite | |
| They ain' t ready to talk, they' re ready to fight | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Yo, it' s too much strain, phenomenal gain | |
| I' m goin' through things, headaches, abdominal pain | |
| Tryin' to numb it with that kettle like | |
| I' m from the | |
| UkraineCheck the blue flame, lighter runnin' out of butane | |
| What' s up with my destructive urge that' s unproductive? | |
| Choices I' m stuck with now startin' to fuck with | |
| Contaminating family and close friends | |
| Tellin' me to stop burnin' the candle at both ends | |
| Ain' t like | |
| I' m on a coke binge, hangin' in dope dens | |
| Or life is just a pool of | |
| Patron I' m soaked in | |
| The darker the covenantslashtrainwreck for you to rubberneck | |
| You ain' t felt the true pain yet so you be lovin' that | |
| Hit me up at black. gov like the government | |
| Banana Republican, alien intelligence | |
| Kill switch, real pissed, thinkin' of some ill shit | |
| The stone the builder refused, he need to build with | |
| Got immunized for both flus, | |
| I' m still sick | |
| Via satellite, radio, the realness | |
| And the radio daze kept us in the dark | |
| And the satellite age brings us to the light | |
| Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite | |
| They ain' t ready to talk, they' re ready to fight | |
| And the radio daze | |
| And the radio daze | |
| And the radio daze |
| zuò qǔ : Collins Thompson Barnes Fr | |
| zuò cí : Collins Thompson Barnes Fr | |
| And the radio daze kept us in the dark | |
| And the satellite age brings us to the light | |
| Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite | |
| They ain' t ready to talk, they' re ready to fight | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Yo, so what you searchin' for? | |
| From birth born hurtin' and yearnin' for certain somethings | |
| Lurkin' and murk ' em, got them turnin' this bed into a coffin | |
| Burning over passions in this passion | |
| Or more or less over what the past done passed us' | |
| Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes | |
| Phases that trap us and cage us like classes | |
| Foggin' my glasses, lost in a mass mess | |
| Taskless dilemma to match somebody' s status | |
| And I' m average as fuck, no car cats gassin' me up | |
| Passin' bucks like a casual blunt | |
| Granted hustlin' habits on the stumble, the mansion | |
| While bums pass, askin' for a buck for some bagged bricks | |
| Bad shit goin' down on the daily | |
| While bad chicks pass in a | |
| Mercedez, damn | |
| They say he' s the bastard for chasin' ' em | |
| Maybe, it' s the patterns that make me that made me crazy | |
| And the radio daze kept us in the dark | |
| And the satellite age brings us to the light | |
| Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite | |
| They ain' t ready to talk, they' re ready to fight | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Life is fiction, competition and contradiction | |
| Petty perceptions, window dressing for misdirection | |
| Love is a lotto, | |
| I know I know you know what | |
| I knowHope is so hollow that' s why winos follow the bottle | |
| And people pressure make death a hidden treasure | |
| A girly pleasure, lonely language inside a letter | |
| It' s now or never, move it, move it, love it or lose it' | |
| Fore it' s recruited, then included inside the stupid | |
| It' s things of nature, paid a player and say your prayers | |
| Naysayers, the haters, the major players, the beggars | |
| You ' bout it, ' bout it, don' t allow it to pow without it | |
| Then those who doubt it, do or die to death are cowards | |
| The world is yours, and the world we can' t afford | |
| So ignore the law, start a fire, then start a war | |
| If you' re sick and tired of your access denied | |
| Free will died long before | |
| Glydes and i | |
| PodAnd the radio daze kept us in the dark | |
| And the satellite age brings us to the light | |
| Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite | |
| They ain' t ready to talk, they' re ready to fight | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Never, never leave you alone | |
| Yo, it' s too much strain, phenomenal gain | |
| I' m goin' through things, headaches, abdominal pain | |
| Tryin' to numb it with that kettle like | |
| I' m from the | |
| UkraineCheck the blue flame, lighter runnin' out of butane | |
| What' s up with my destructive urge that' s unproductive? | |
| Choices I' m stuck with now startin' to fuck with | |
| Contaminating family and close friends | |
| Tellin' me to stop burnin' the candle at both ends | |
| Ain' t like | |
| I' m on a coke binge, hangin' in dope dens | |
| Or life is just a pool of | |
| Patron I' m soaked in | |
| The darker the covenantslashtrainwreck for you to rubberneck | |
| You ain' t felt the true pain yet so you be lovin' that | |
| Hit me up at black. gov like the government | |
| Banana Republican, alien intelligence | |
| Kill switch, real pissed, thinkin' of some ill shit | |
| The stone the builder refused, he need to build with | |
| Got immunized for both flus, | |
| I' m still sick | |
| Via satellite, radio, the realness | |
| And the radio daze kept us in the dark | |
| And the satellite age brings us to the light | |
| Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite | |
| They ain' t ready to talk, they' re ready to fight | |
| And the radio daze | |
| And the radio daze | |
| And the radio daze |
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