| 歌曲 | Alive |
| 歌手 | Mista Ayachi |
| 歌手 | Slowmo |
| 专辑 | Rough with the Smooth |
| 作词 : Anis Ayachi | |
| 作曲 : Anis Ayachi/Moritz Millat | |
| I wish I coulda said | |
| How much you mean to me | |
| You let me believe in myself | |
| When neither me, nobody round me did | |
| You still alive in my memories | |
| And you won’t die, to me you still a | |
| G | |
| The system pushing me to hustle, | |
| trust that I will | |
| Wish I had more time for loved ones, | |
| don’t know how they feel | |
| Reminisce on last summer, Bill took | |
| too many pills | |
| Another Bill, Loris jumped from the | |
| top floor my school, wish I’d help | |
| Many days I’d blame myself for the | |
| hurt, pain of this world | |
| As the urge anger it twirl | |
| I heard the bird’s prey is the worm | |
| Or they say: 7out yecul 7out | |
| The fish eat the fish | |
| The stream that we fleeting with gone | |
| push us all off the edge | |
| Laziness push back insanity, | |
| relationships, shared bags of weed | |
| Through craziness we family | |
| Daily insisted on a track with me | |
| Ended up in freestyles and a laughing | |
| spree | |
| Rest in peace to all the good ones | |
| left too young, too many tragedies | |
| So much love yet so much hurt, that’s | |
| So much blood that with death we | |
| flirt, that’s | |
| ****ed up drugs, yet we left with | |
| urge that’s | |
| School we flunked but for bank we | |
| work | |
| I wish I coulda said | |
| How much you mean to me | |
| You let me believe in myself | |
| When neither me, nobody round me did | |
| You still alive in my memories | |
| And you won’t die, to me you still a | |
| G | |
| Look to the sky youngen | |
| It’s not time to die youngen | |
| You’d be surprised by them | |
| times you’ll inspire all them | |
| Who used to doubt you | |
| They chasing the ones with the clout, | |
| duke | |
| When clout come to you they’ll act | |
| they proud of you | |
| But the real ones proud of you now | |
| Let rain shower you down | |
| The pain’s out and about | |
| Don’t wait counting it down | |
| We pray hour for owl | |
| This play cowards about | |
| Don’t change how we go out | |
| These chains about to go down | |
| All chemicals and minerals | |
| Within the system’s tentacles | |
| Think they sold whatever fold | |
| Think they know to trim a soul | |
| But **** em all | |
| We winners though | |
| Through winters cold | |
| To the bone and snow you can tell em | |
| all a sinner’s dome | |
| Within my heart has been a home for | |
| you, for you | |
| The truth is blue | |
| As ink drip thinking of you, musta | |
| been a fool, all the love you gave | |
| turned strangers to a crew | |
| Till the day we couldn’t pay nomore | |
| for the studio | |
| But you donated a thousand for my | |
| album and I found out you were gone | |
| To you I dedicate this song... | |
| You know the good die young | |
| I wish I coulda said | |
| How much you mean to me | |
| You let me believe in myself | |
| When neither me, nobody round me did | |
| You still alive in my memories | |
| And you won’t die, to me you still a | |
| G |
| zuò cí : Anis Ayachi | |
| zuò qǔ : Anis Ayachi Moritz Millat | |
| I wish I coulda said | |
| How much you mean to me | |
| You let me believe in myself | |
| When neither me, nobody round me did | |
| You still alive in my memories | |
| And you won' t die, to me you still a | |
| G | |
| The system pushing me to hustle, | |
| trust that I will | |
| Wish I had more time for loved ones, | |
| don' t know how they feel | |
| Reminisce on last summer, Bill took | |
| too many pills | |
| Another Bill, Loris jumped from the | |
| top floor my school, wish I' d help | |
| Many days I' d blame myself for the | |
| hurt, pain of this world | |
| As the urge anger it twirl | |
| I heard the bird' s prey is the worm | |
| Or they say: 7out yecul 7out | |
| The fish eat the fish | |
| The stream that we fleeting with gone | |
| push us all off the edge | |
| Laziness push back insanity, | |
| relationships, shared bags of weed | |
| Through craziness we family | |
| Daily insisted on a track with me | |
| Ended up in freestyles and a laughing | |
| spree | |
| Rest in peace to all the good ones | |
| left too young, too many tragedies | |
| So much love yet so much hurt, that' s | |
| So much blood that with death we | |
| flirt, that' s | |
| ed up drugs, yet we left with | |
| urge that' s | |
| School we flunked but for bank we | |
| work | |
| I wish I coulda said | |
| How much you mean to me | |
| You let me believe in myself | |
| When neither me, nobody round me did | |
| You still alive in my memories | |
| And you won' t die, to me you still a | |
| G | |
| Look to the sky youngen | |
| It' s not time to die youngen | |
| You' d be surprised by them | |
| times you' ll inspire all them | |
| Who used to doubt you | |
| They chasing the ones with the clout, | |
| duke | |
| When clout come to you they' ll act | |
| they proud of you | |
| But the real ones proud of you now | |
| Let rain shower you down | |
| The pain' s out and about | |
| Don' t wait counting it down | |
| We pray hour for owl | |
| This play cowards about | |
| Don' t change how we go out | |
| These chains about to go down | |
| All chemicals and minerals | |
| Within the system' s tentacles | |
| Think they sold whatever fold | |
| Think they know to trim a soul | |
| But em all | |
| We winners though | |
| Through winters cold | |
| To the bone and snow you can tell em | |
| all a sinner' s dome | |
| Within my heart has been a home for | |
| you, for you | |
| The truth is blue | |
| As ink drip thinking of you, musta | |
| been a fool, all the love you gave | |
| turned strangers to a crew | |
| Till the day we couldn' t pay nomore | |
| for the studio | |
| But you donated a thousand for my | |
| album and I found out you were gone | |
| To you I dedicate this song. . . | |
| You know the good die young | |
| I wish I coulda said | |
| How much you mean to me | |
| You let me believe in myself | |
| When neither me, nobody round me did | |
| You still alive in my memories | |
| And you won' t die, to me you still a | |
| G |