Rememba 歌词
| 歌曲 | Rememba |
| 歌手 | Patrice |
| 专辑 | Raw & Uncut: Live in Paris |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bart-Williams | |
| Verse | |
| This city ain't for the livin' | |
| It is for the dead | |
| And this place ain't for the givin' | |
| It's for the ones that take | |
| Nine to five twenty four seven | |
| Everyday's the same | |
| Don't wanna die this way | |
| I wanna fly away | |
| The meter ah run | |
| And soon we gotta pay | |
| There's a traffic jam | |
| On the fast lane | |
| If I could I woulda run | |
| But I'm too far away | |
| Mystery Babylon get off my brain | |
| You're callin' this freedom | |
| Tru' you no see no chains | |
| Look what I've become | |
| - A stranger to myself | |
| I can't think straight | |
| Let me hear you if you feel the same | |
| Chorus | |
| Gotta rememba | |
| The dreams we used to have | |
| Gotta rememba | |
| Things used to be so simple then | |
| Gotta rememba | |
| Rememba and learn | |
| And never surrender (never surrender) | |
| This is my life my only turn | |
| Verse | |
| When you meet the King of Kings | |
| Will it matter then? | |
| All your dimond rings | |
| Will they matter then? | |
| When we get an inch | |
| We take a mile my friend | |
| Tell me what are you respected for? | |
| You think you got a lot of game (yau) | |
| Nuff people once were black | |
| And now them no black again | |
| Reachin' out to all the rude boys | |
| And the shotter them | |
| Reachin' out to all the good girls | |
| And the hooker them | |
| From those that push afros | |
| Down to the red neck cracker them | |
| From the highest of uptown | |
| Down to the gutter them | |
| From those that love black music | |
| Down to the rocker them | |
| (he tried to kill my daddy) | |
| Not again! | |
| Chorus | |
| Gotta rememba | |
| yes I gotta yes you gotta yes we gotta | |
| babatunde ina di place, shashamani ina di place yagaya | |
| Don't just stand there ana gaze |
| zuo qu : BartWilliams | |
| Verse | |
| This city ain' t for the livin' | |
| It is for the dead | |
| And this place ain' t for the givin' | |
| It' s for the ones that take | |
| Nine to five twenty four seven | |
| Everyday' s the same | |
| Don' t wanna die this way | |
| I wanna fly away | |
| The meter ah run | |
| And soon we gotta pay | |
| There' s a traffic jam | |
| On the fast lane | |
| If I could I woulda run | |
| But I' m too far away | |
| Mystery Babylon get off my brain | |
| You' re callin' this freedom | |
| Tru' you no see no chains | |
| Look what I' ve become | |
| A stranger to myself | |
| I can' t think straight | |
| Let me hear you if you feel the same | |
| Chorus | |
| Gotta rememba | |
| The dreams we used to have | |
| Gotta rememba | |
| Things used to be so simple then | |
| Gotta rememba | |
| Rememba and learn | |
| And never surrender never surrender | |
| This is my life my only turn | |
| Verse | |
| When you meet the King of Kings | |
| Will it matter then? | |
| All your dimond rings | |
| Will they matter then? | |
| When we get an inch | |
| We take a mile my friend | |
| Tell me what are you respected for? | |
| You think you got a lot of game yau | |
| Nuff people once were black | |
| And now them no black again | |
| Reachin' out to all the rude boys | |
| And the shotter them | |
| Reachin' out to all the good girls | |
| And the hooker them | |
| From those that push afros | |
| Down to the red neck cracker them | |
| From the highest of uptown | |
| Down to the gutter them | |
| From those that love black music | |
| Down to the rocker them | |
| he tried to kill my daddy | |
| Not again! | |
| Chorus | |
| Gotta rememba | |
| yes I gotta yes you gotta yes we gotta | |
| babatunde ina di place, shashamani ina di place yagaya | |
| Don' t just stand there ana gaze |
| zuò qǔ : BartWilliams | |
| Verse | |
| This city ain' t for the livin' | |
| It is for the dead | |
| And this place ain' t for the givin' | |
| It' s for the ones that take | |
| Nine to five twenty four seven | |
| Everyday' s the same | |
| Don' t wanna die this way | |
| I wanna fly away | |
| The meter ah run | |
| And soon we gotta pay | |
| There' s a traffic jam | |
| On the fast lane | |
| If I could I woulda run | |
| But I' m too far away | |
| Mystery Babylon get off my brain | |
| You' re callin' this freedom | |
| Tru' you no see no chains | |
| Look what I' ve become | |
| A stranger to myself | |
| I can' t think straight | |
| Let me hear you if you feel the same | |
| Chorus | |
| Gotta rememba | |
| The dreams we used to have | |
| Gotta rememba | |
| Things used to be so simple then | |
| Gotta rememba | |
| Rememba and learn | |
| And never surrender never surrender | |
| This is my life my only turn | |
| Verse | |
| When you meet the King of Kings | |
| Will it matter then? | |
| All your dimond rings | |
| Will they matter then? | |
| When we get an inch | |
| We take a mile my friend | |
| Tell me what are you respected for? | |
| You think you got a lot of game yau | |
| Nuff people once were black | |
| And now them no black again | |
| Reachin' out to all the rude boys | |
| And the shotter them | |
| Reachin' out to all the good girls | |
| And the hooker them | |
| From those that push afros | |
| Down to the red neck cracker them | |
| From the highest of uptown | |
| Down to the gutter them | |
| From those that love black music | |
| Down to the rocker them | |
| he tried to kill my daddy | |
| Not again! | |
| Chorus | |
| Gotta rememba | |
| yes I gotta yes you gotta yes we gotta | |
| babatunde ina di place, shashamani ina di place yagaya | |
| Don' t just stand there ana gaze |
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