Used to Be (feat. Tek-nition & Self the Bluest Eye) 歌词
| 歌曲 | Used to Be (feat. Tek-nition & Self the Bluest Eye) |
| 歌手 | String Theory |
| 专辑 | String Theory |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:10.26] | Formless figures in this dark abyss spawned with fingers |
| [00:13.37] | Born as diggers in this caustic mist the primordial triggers |
| [00:16.19] | From prime audio spinners to spitters to hoards of disks |
| [00:18.70] | To cosmic rifts just to keep an audience drawn with bliss |
| [00:21.34] | It begins through an infant galaxy's prevailing arms |
| [00:23.98] | Making songs with forces formulating covalent bonds |
| [00:26.61] | From a race that’s now erased and gone |
| [00:28.91] | And the eclectic yet neglected dialectic of these ancient psalms |
| [00:31.66] | He rose with prose before this sea of natives raised their arms and chose |
| [00:34.97] | The latest cars and clothes to weigh their cons and pros |
| [00:38.11] | And after all the hecklers of this rhyme craft |
| [00:40.04] | He still exhales the echoes of a time past and knows that though |
| [00:42.65] | This battered game is just a shadow of its former greatness |
| [00:45.37] | This ain't a battle just to scorn the fake shit we take it |
| [00:48.30] | From the dormant pawns that forfeit skill as they move through |
| [00:50.72] | To orbits that keep it real as they used to word bond |
| [00:53.42] | |
| [00:53.86] | A former shell of what it used to be |
| [00:54.75] | You swore it well but torn and frail is what it proves for me |
| [00:57.41] | Distorted tales of where these moves could lead |
| [01:00.18] | The stories tell the more it fell the more its roots could breathe |
| [01:02.77] | (2x) |
| [01:13.63] | |
| [01:13.87] | She knows she's using her last paint brush smeared lipstick |
| [01:16.69] | Mixed in her MAC makeup to mask the last break up the past |
| [01:19.46] | This glass makes up for fashion panties yanked up her ass |
| [01:22.33] | This fast famous with class that crash and always laugh before destruction |
| [01:25.57] | Pure function that would ignore corruption but now it's poor production |
| [01:28.73] | Yearning more consumption right before she fucks him |
| [01:31.08] | She blasts his music really loud as the chorus thumps |
| [01:34.04] | In her soulless eyes a faint description of what she holds inside |
| [01:36.02] | Obsessed her estrogen is wetter than forest stream |
| [01:38.50] | Her medicine's like Claritin Excedrin and Morphine |
| [01:41.01] | It's nothing new her pussy spreads like it’s a quarantine |
| [01:43.88] | A plague to force a scheme unto its death or to a dormant dream |
| [01:46.60] | Another up and coming rapper with a morbid theme |
| [01:49.19] | Who wants to shine like an aurora beam and put on for his team |
| [01:51.93] | Such an allure to take a bad step her soul purpose |
| [01:54.62] | To explicitly purchase his soul 'til his last breath |
| [01:57.23] | |
| [01:57.89] | A former shell of what it used to be |
| [01:59.04] | You swore it well but torn and frail is what it proves for me |
| [02:01.33] | Distorted tales of where these moves could lead |
| [02:04.00] | The stories tell the more it fell the more its roots could breathe |
| [02:06.69] | (2x) |
| [02:18.39] | |
| [02:18.76] | Yo the Sharpie glisten so park it you gotta listen |
| [02:21.11] | I'm not a Christian but shit's been awfully gifted and so oddly lifted |
| [02:24.14] | That the starship's sitting side ways it sees it my way |
| [02:26.39] | The scripts the notes the first drafts and the colorful rhyme play |
| [02:29.10] | Observe it perfectly poetic and immersive |
| [02:31.56] | You hearing it one time and reminded later in first person |
| [02:34.40] | That's my word son sentence and punctuation these youngins hating |
| [02:38.04] | And stating fallacy and I don't feel up to wasting hard work |
| [02:39.71] | Cause being broke could make the stomach hurt |
| [02:43.21] | But starvation still ain't enough to make me wanna twerk and yo |
| [02:45.79] | Dudes fake and flirt with lakes of skirts but I |
| [02:47.94] | Relate from birth to death with rhymes that shake the earth |
| [02:50.68] | See I need this you bleed this overstand it how I sees this |
| [02:53.08] | It's like the truest love useless bunch you ain't even needed |
| [02:55.83] | You breathing my breaths I could be using to relieve the stress |
| [02:58.57] | The key is less more only ensures the game is death I miss how this used to be |
| [03:02.41] | |
| [03:11.71] | A former shell of what it used to be |
| [03:13.14] | You swore it well but torn and frail is what it proves for me |
| [03:15.99] | Distorted tales of where these moves could lead |
| [03:18.97] | The stories tell the more it fell the more its roots could breathe |
| [03:21.40] | (2x) |
| [00:10.26] | Formless figures in this dark abyss spawned with fingers |
| [00:13.37] | Born as diggers in this caustic mist the primordial triggers |
| [00:16.19] | From prime audio spinners to spitters to hoards of disks |
| [00:18.70] | To cosmic rifts just to keep an audience drawn with bliss |
| [00:21.34] | It begins through an infant galaxy' s prevailing arms |
| [00:23.98] | Making songs with forces formulating covalent bonds |
| [00:26.61] | From a race that' s now erased and gone |
| [00:28.91] | And the eclectic yet neglected dialectic of these ancient psalms |
| [00:31.66] | He rose with prose before this sea of natives raised their arms and chose |
| [00:34.97] | The latest cars and clothes to weigh their cons and pros |
| [00:38.11] | And after all the hecklers of this rhyme craft |
| [00:40.04] | He still exhales the echoes of a time past and knows that though |
| [00:42.65] | This battered game is just a shadow of its former greatness |
| [00:45.37] | This ain' t a battle just to scorn the fake shit we take it |
| [00:48.30] | From the dormant pawns that forfeit skill as they move through |
| [00:50.72] | To orbits that keep it real as they used to word bond |
| [00:53.42] | |
| [00:53.86] | A former shell of what it used to be |
| [00:54.75] | You swore it well but torn and frail is what it proves for me |
| [00:57.41] | Distorted tales of where these moves could lead |
| [01:00.18] | The stories tell the more it fell the more its roots could breathe |
| [01:02.77] | 2x |
| [01:13.63] | |
| [01:13.87] | She knows she' s using her last paint brush smeared lipstick |
| [01:16.69] | Mixed in her MAC makeup to mask the last break up the past |
| [01:19.46] | This glass makes up for fashion panties yanked up her ass |
| [01:22.33] | This fast famous with class that crash and always laugh before destruction |
| [01:25.57] | Pure function that would ignore corruption but now it' s poor production |
| [01:28.73] | Yearning more consumption right before she fucks him |
| [01:31.08] | She blasts his music really loud as the chorus thumps |
| [01:34.04] | In her soulless eyes a faint description of what she holds inside |
| [01:36.02] | Obsessed her estrogen is wetter than forest stream |
| [01:38.50] | Her medicine' s like Claritin Excedrin and Morphine |
| [01:41.01] | It' s nothing new her pussy spreads like it' s a quarantine |
| [01:43.88] | A plague to force a scheme unto its death or to a dormant dream |
| [01:46.60] | Another up and coming rapper with a morbid theme |
| [01:49.19] | Who wants to shine like an aurora beam and put on for his team |
| [01:51.93] | Such an allure to take a bad step her soul purpose |
| [01:54.62] | To explicitly purchase his soul ' til his last breath |
| [01:57.23] | |
| [01:57.89] | A former shell of what it used to be |
| [01:59.04] | You swore it well but torn and frail is what it proves for me |
| [02:01.33] | Distorted tales of where these moves could lead |
| [02:04.00] | The stories tell the more it fell the more its roots could breathe |
| [02:06.69] | 2x |
| [02:18.39] | |
| [02:18.76] | Yo the Sharpie glisten so park it you gotta listen |
| [02:21.11] | I' m not a Christian but shit' s been awfully gifted and so oddly lifted |
| [02:24.14] | That the starship' s sitting side ways it sees it my way |
| [02:26.39] | The scripts the notes the first drafts and the colorful rhyme play |
| [02:29.10] | Observe it perfectly poetic and immersive |
| [02:31.56] | You hearing it one time and reminded later in first person |
| [02:34.40] | That' s my word son sentence and punctuation these youngins hating |
| [02:38.04] | And stating fallacy and I don' t feel up to wasting hard work |
| [02:39.71] | Cause being broke could make the stomach hurt |
| [02:43.21] | But starvation still ain' t enough to make me wanna twerk and yo |
| [02:45.79] | Dudes fake and flirt with lakes of skirts but I |
| [02:47.94] | Relate from birth to death with rhymes that shake the earth |
| [02:50.68] | See I need this you bleed this overstand it how I sees this |
| [02:53.08] | It' s like the truest love useless bunch you ain' t even needed |
| [02:55.83] | You breathing my breaths I could be using to relieve the stress |
| [02:58.57] | The key is less more only ensures the game is death I miss how this used to be |
| [03:02.41] | |
| [03:11.71] | A former shell of what it used to be |
| [03:13.14] | You swore it well but torn and frail is what it proves for me |
| [03:15.99] | Distorted tales of where these moves could lead |
| [03:18.97] | The stories tell the more it fell the more its roots could breathe |
| [03:21.40] | 2x |
| [00:10.26] | Formless figures in this dark abyss spawned with fingers |
| [00:13.37] | Born as diggers in this caustic mist the primordial triggers |
| [00:16.19] | From prime audio spinners to spitters to hoards of disks |
| [00:18.70] | To cosmic rifts just to keep an audience drawn with bliss |
| [00:21.34] | It begins through an infant galaxy' s prevailing arms |
| [00:23.98] | Making songs with forces formulating covalent bonds |
| [00:26.61] | From a race that' s now erased and gone |
| [00:28.91] | And the eclectic yet neglected dialectic of these ancient psalms |
| [00:31.66] | He rose with prose before this sea of natives raised their arms and chose |
| [00:34.97] | The latest cars and clothes to weigh their cons and pros |
| [00:38.11] | And after all the hecklers of this rhyme craft |
| [00:40.04] | He still exhales the echoes of a time past and knows that though |
| [00:42.65] | This battered game is just a shadow of its former greatness |
| [00:45.37] | This ain' t a battle just to scorn the fake shit we take it |
| [00:48.30] | From the dormant pawns that forfeit skill as they move through |
| [00:50.72] | To orbits that keep it real as they used to word bond |
| [00:53.42] | |
| [00:53.86] | A former shell of what it used to be |
| [00:54.75] | You swore it well but torn and frail is what it proves for me |
| [00:57.41] | Distorted tales of where these moves could lead |
| [01:00.18] | The stories tell the more it fell the more its roots could breathe |
| [01:02.77] | 2x |
| [01:13.63] | |
| [01:13.87] | She knows she' s using her last paint brush smeared lipstick |
| [01:16.69] | Mixed in her MAC makeup to mask the last break up the past |
| [01:19.46] | This glass makes up for fashion panties yanked up her ass |
| [01:22.33] | This fast famous with class that crash and always laugh before destruction |
| [01:25.57] | Pure function that would ignore corruption but now it' s poor production |
| [01:28.73] | Yearning more consumption right before she fucks him |
| [01:31.08] | She blasts his music really loud as the chorus thumps |
| [01:34.04] | In her soulless eyes a faint description of what she holds inside |
| [01:36.02] | Obsessed her estrogen is wetter than forest stream |
| [01:38.50] | Her medicine' s like Claritin Excedrin and Morphine |
| [01:41.01] | It' s nothing new her pussy spreads like it' s a quarantine |
| [01:43.88] | A plague to force a scheme unto its death or to a dormant dream |
| [01:46.60] | Another up and coming rapper with a morbid theme |
| [01:49.19] | Who wants to shine like an aurora beam and put on for his team |
| [01:51.93] | Such an allure to take a bad step her soul purpose |
| [01:54.62] | To explicitly purchase his soul ' til his last breath |
| [01:57.23] | |
| [01:57.89] | A former shell of what it used to be |
| [01:59.04] | You swore it well but torn and frail is what it proves for me |
| [02:01.33] | Distorted tales of where these moves could lead |
| [02:04.00] | The stories tell the more it fell the more its roots could breathe |
| [02:06.69] | 2x |
| [02:18.39] | |
| [02:18.76] | Yo the Sharpie glisten so park it you gotta listen |
| [02:21.11] | I' m not a Christian but shit' s been awfully gifted and so oddly lifted |
| [02:24.14] | That the starship' s sitting side ways it sees it my way |
| [02:26.39] | The scripts the notes the first drafts and the colorful rhyme play |
| [02:29.10] | Observe it perfectly poetic and immersive |
| [02:31.56] | You hearing it one time and reminded later in first person |
| [02:34.40] | That' s my word son sentence and punctuation these youngins hating |
| [02:38.04] | And stating fallacy and I don' t feel up to wasting hard work |
| [02:39.71] | Cause being broke could make the stomach hurt |
| [02:43.21] | But starvation still ain' t enough to make me wanna twerk and yo |
| [02:45.79] | Dudes fake and flirt with lakes of skirts but I |
| [02:47.94] | Relate from birth to death with rhymes that shake the earth |
| [02:50.68] | See I need this you bleed this overstand it how I sees this |
| [02:53.08] | It' s like the truest love useless bunch you ain' t even needed |
| [02:55.83] | You breathing my breaths I could be using to relieve the stress |
| [02:58.57] | The key is less more only ensures the game is death I miss how this used to be |
| [03:02.41] | |
| [03:11.71] | A former shell of what it used to be |
| [03:13.14] | You swore it well but torn and frail is what it proves for me |
| [03:15.99] | Distorted tales of where these moves could lead |
| [03:18.97] | The stories tell the more it fell the more its roots could breathe |
| [03:21.40] | 2x |
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