歌曲 | Eye Of The Storm |
歌手 | Bliss N Eso |
专辑 | Triple J: Hottest 100, Volume 16 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Yeah, check it out | |
See this is how shit goes right here | |
See time stops still in the eye of the storm | |
The foundation of my home where my rhyming was born | |
It’s a rhythmic reality, a remindy through riddles | |
Where love's a hurricane and you meet me in the middle | |
It's the good the bad. The house I furnish | |
The crystal clear sea. The sound I worship | |
The rush of the city, the calm of the outback | |
The film called life where my heart is the soundtrack | |
It's the lucky streak, without the warning | |
It's the memory of cartoons on Saturday morning | |
It's that classic culture that connects the country | |
Through raw energy that reflects we're hungry | |
It's the timeless feeling that I get on stage | |
It's those government bills that I’ll never pay | |
It's that fun I have, freestyling with my mates | |
My little getaway that only music can create, come on | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
See time stops still in the eye of the storm | |
The foundations on my home where my rhyming was born | |
It’s a rhythmic reality, a remindy through riddles | |
Where love's a hurricane and they meet me in the middle | |
It's the exotic breeze at the festival night show | |
It’s the hot sweaty air with that twist of that hydro | |
It’s the power of my passion. The picture my pen paints | |
Caressing the canvas to put up my click in the Zen state | |
It's that zone with my thought, the peace when it’s starlit | |
That blazing fire place bare feet on the carpet | |
Or sitting on the porch where this one sways freely | |
And write through the night until the sun rays greet me | |
It’s the past love still cooking inside | |
It’s that warm fuzzy feeling when I look in her eyes | |
Pouring out my heart and soul when I’m flipping the gems | |
It’s like catching my dreams lost in Pulp Fiction again its like | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm, | |
Mm, mm | |
I'll tell you what get me by and gets me high | |
Yeah | |
It’s watching flicks with my chick making love on the sofa | |
It’s the bread that I can afford to chuck in the toaster | |
It's the real hip hop, that nothing comes close tah | |
It's finally getting Bliss to puff on the Dohja | |
On more than one occasion we're sure to come a blaze one | |
When its heavy, hit the hay at home. My horizontal haven | |
It's that echo through eternity that still hits live | |
Its life, a beautiful journey on a Bill Hicks ride | |
It's the chemistry, the brightest light, the 8th wonder | |
The recipe of dynamite and Blade Runner | |
It’s the truth that justifies this | |
The father I have and the mother I miss | |
It's the love through my pencil when I feel the beat | |
And 40 000 going metal on St Kilda beach | |
Its 3 kids in club down the ally that were sounding ill | |
To march on through the valley of a thousand hills | |
Mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm |
Yeah, check it out | |
See this is how shit goes right here | |
See time stops still in the eye of the storm | |
The foundation of my home where my rhyming was born | |
It' s a rhythmic reality, a remindy through riddles | |
Where love' s a hurricane and you meet me in the middle | |
It' s the good the bad. The house I furnish | |
The crystal clear sea. The sound I worship | |
The rush of the city, the calm of the outback | |
The film called life where my heart is the soundtrack | |
It' s the lucky streak, without the warning | |
It' s the memory of cartoons on Saturday morning | |
It' s that classic culture that connects the country | |
Through raw energy that reflects we' re hungry | |
It' s the timeless feeling that I get on stage | |
It' s those government bills that I' ll never pay | |
It' s that fun I have, freestyling with my mates | |
My little getaway that only music can create, come on | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
See time stops still in the eye of the storm | |
The foundations on my home where my rhyming was born | |
It' s a rhythmic reality, a remindy through riddles | |
Where love' s a hurricane and they meet me in the middle | |
It' s the exotic breeze at the festival night show | |
It' s the hot sweaty air with that twist of that hydro | |
It' s the power of my passion. The picture my pen paints | |
Caressing the canvas to put up my click in the Zen state | |
It' s that zone with my thought, the peace when it' s starlit | |
That blazing fire place bare feet on the carpet | |
Or sitting on the porch where this one sways freely | |
And write through the night until the sun rays greet me | |
It' s the past love still cooking inside | |
It' s that warm fuzzy feeling when I look in her eyes | |
Pouring out my heart and soul when I' m flipping the gems | |
It' s like catching my dreams lost in Pulp Fiction again its like | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm, | |
Mm, mm | |
I' ll tell you what get me by and gets me high | |
Yeah | |
It' s watching flicks with my chick making love on the sofa | |
It' s the bread that I can afford to chuck in the toaster | |
It' s the real hip hop, that nothing comes close tah | |
It' s finally getting Bliss to puff on the Dohja | |
On more than one occasion we' re sure to come a blaze one | |
When its heavy, hit the hay at home. My horizontal haven | |
It' s that echo through eternity that still hits live | |
Its life, a beautiful journey on a Bill Hicks ride | |
It' s the chemistry, the brightest light, the 8th wonder | |
The recipe of dynamite and Blade Runner | |
It' s the truth that justifies this | |
The father I have and the mother I miss | |
It' s the love through my pencil when I feel the beat | |
And 40 000 going metal on St Kilda beach | |
Its 3 kids in club down the ally that were sounding ill | |
To march on through the valley of a thousand hills | |
Mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm |
Yeah, check it out | |
See this is how shit goes right here | |
See time stops still in the eye of the storm | |
The foundation of my home where my rhyming was born | |
It' s a rhythmic reality, a remindy through riddles | |
Where love' s a hurricane and you meet me in the middle | |
It' s the good the bad. The house I furnish | |
The crystal clear sea. The sound I worship | |
The rush of the city, the calm of the outback | |
The film called life where my heart is the soundtrack | |
It' s the lucky streak, without the warning | |
It' s the memory of cartoons on Saturday morning | |
It' s that classic culture that connects the country | |
Through raw energy that reflects we' re hungry | |
It' s the timeless feeling that I get on stage | |
It' s those government bills that I' ll never pay | |
It' s that fun I have, freestyling with my mates | |
My little getaway that only music can create, come on | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
See time stops still in the eye of the storm | |
The foundations on my home where my rhyming was born | |
It' s a rhythmic reality, a remindy through riddles | |
Where love' s a hurricane and they meet me in the middle | |
It' s the exotic breeze at the festival night show | |
It' s the hot sweaty air with that twist of that hydro | |
It' s the power of my passion. The picture my pen paints | |
Caressing the canvas to put up my click in the Zen state | |
It' s that zone with my thought, the peace when it' s starlit | |
That blazing fire place bare feet on the carpet | |
Or sitting on the porch where this one sways freely | |
And write through the night until the sun rays greet me | |
It' s the past love still cooking inside | |
It' s that warm fuzzy feeling when I look in her eyes | |
Pouring out my heart and soul when I' m flipping the gems | |
It' s like catching my dreams lost in Pulp Fiction again its like | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm, | |
Mm, mm | |
I' ll tell you what get me by and gets me high | |
Yeah | |
It' s watching flicks with my chick making love on the sofa | |
It' s the bread that I can afford to chuck in the toaster | |
It' s the real hip hop, that nothing comes close tah | |
It' s finally getting Bliss to puff on the Dohja | |
On more than one occasion we' re sure to come a blaze one | |
When its heavy, hit the hay at home. My horizontal haven | |
It' s that echo through eternity that still hits live | |
Its life, a beautiful journey on a Bill Hicks ride | |
It' s the chemistry, the brightest light, the 8th wonder | |
The recipe of dynamite and Blade Runner | |
It' s the truth that justifies this | |
The father I have and the mother I miss | |
It' s the love through my pencil when I feel the beat | |
And 40 000 going metal on St Kilda beach | |
Its 3 kids in club down the ally that were sounding ill | |
To march on through the valley of a thousand hills | |
Mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm | |
Mm, mm | |
Gotta say mm |