| 歌曲 | Bend Ya |
| 歌手 | Shawn Chrystopher |
| 专辑 | Lovestory |
| I bend you, | |
| Oh, I’m bending, bending, bending, bending you, oh, yeah. | |
| A permanent euphoria, everyday is the shit, | |
| Right hand on my money, left hand be on your bitch. | |
| Rapping had made me rich, money gave me the women, | |
| Money will just be going and women just be getting. | |
| All my girls fly like they all flight attendants, | |
| Ten set, biggy as fuck, she gotta look innocent. | |
| Sell senders in the others whole fucking industry, | |
| Ain’t no saint, neither is she, but we pretend to be. | |
| Is it out to pocket to say | |
| I’m like the attention, | |
| Not to mention you even know how high | |
| I be getting, | |
| Experimenting, ‘cause it’s different, changing, rolling, | |
| Lean and smoking, rolling, making music, listen to no one, | |
| I’m on. One, twenty years old, order my palms, | |
| Big, swam, shaded up, looking so calm. | |
| Giving you the world from my point of view | |
| A true, being mom and daddy boy, that’s what | |
| I’m supposed to do. | |
| All these boys my kitchen and bend you up and bend you back down. | |
| All the girls in my bedroom will bend you in and bend you back out. | |
| All this whole city game around will bend you, bend you… | |
| Bending you. | |
| Anytime I close my eyes | |
| I see a different dream, | |
| I pray to | |
| God that we don’t close until we reach our dreams. | |
| College tuition for daughters and | |
| I ain’t even father, | |
| Now I got a rebel at the altar call me prince or king. | |
| Stick digits for me like we did to offer, | |
| I used to call me | |
| Waldo, and now they call me | |
| Walter. Yeah, | |
| I hide in them uckle pants, living without a purpose, man, | |
| But that just got my circumstances. | |
| And I mean it, if you want it, come and get it, boy, | |
| That come in treezing and you’re looking like triplets boys. | |
| In high school | |
| I climbed the roof so | |
| I could smoke my weed, | |
| The dealers knew that | |
| I was young and sold me backseats. | |
| I’m chasing dreams, hoes chasing me, | |
| But I just gave the name and number like the matter | |
| D ‘cause all | |
| I wanna do was roll up hash and smash the ass of a bitch who lived like | |
| Kim Kardashian. | |
| All these boys my kitchen and bend you up and bend you back down. | |
| All the girls in my bedroom will bend you in and bend you back out. | |
| All this whole city game around will bend you, bend you… | |
| Bending you. | |
| She is the last straw, | |
| I’ve been her and slip slow, | |
| My pencil draws her closer, she gets high and bends low. | |
| Long flight from my | |
| Cali mistress, to a district with red lights, | |
| Prostitutes and rich niggers, just a recipe for long nights. | |
| Shake well and all they do, | |
| I’m laying next to some girl who last night showed me things | |
| I never knew | |
| Either I’m bending space out or | |
| I’m just bending space in | |
| I put my heart on tracks, but it’s four am and that chick’s still racing. | |
| One bed, two girls, three way, four times. | |
| My shame came of their clothes, it’s paradise of the mind. | |
| Absolute vodka mixed with absolute freedom, | |
| I meet my darker side and it’s a pleasure just to meet him. | |
| I’m thinking about puffing and rape while fucking, | |
| Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow ain’t come | |
| And if tomorrow ain’t come and that’s the name that she told me | |
| But when you hit this level, every first name is phoneme. | |
| But here, the air tastes better, weed is more popping and girls seem wetter, | |
| Days are a haze and drinks just stronger, knocked on them nigger, these nights seem longer. | |
| I’m only here for one night, it’s | |
| Disneyland for man, white girls, blue cush, red lights, | |
| America and | |
| Amster…damn. |
| I bend you, | |
| Oh, I' m bending, bending, bending, bending you, oh, yeah. | |
| A permanent euphoria, everyday is the shit, | |
| Right hand on my money, left hand be on your bitch. | |
| Rapping had made me rich, money gave me the women, | |
| Money will just be going and women just be getting. | |
| All my girls fly like they all flight attendants, | |
| Ten set, biggy as fuck, she gotta look innocent. | |
| Sell senders in the others whole fucking industry, | |
| Ain' t no saint, neither is she, but we pretend to be. | |
| Is it out to pocket to say | |
| I' m like the attention, | |
| Not to mention you even know how high | |
| I be getting, | |
| Experimenting, ' cause it' s different, changing, rolling, | |
| Lean and smoking, rolling, making music, listen to no one, | |
| I' m on. One, twenty years old, order my palms, | |
| Big, swam, shaded up, looking so calm. | |
| Giving you the world from my point of view | |
| A true, being mom and daddy boy, that' s what | |
| I' m supposed to do. | |
| All these boys my kitchen and bend you up and bend you back down. | |
| All the girls in my bedroom will bend you in and bend you back out. | |
| All this whole city game around will bend you, bend you | |
| Bending you. | |
| Anytime I close my eyes | |
| I see a different dream, | |
| I pray to | |
| God that we don' t close until we reach our dreams. | |
| College tuition for daughters and | |
| I ain' t even father, | |
| Now I got a rebel at the altar call me prince or king. | |
| Stick digits for me like we did to offer, | |
| I used to call me | |
| Waldo, and now they call me | |
| Walter. Yeah, | |
| I hide in them uckle pants, living without a purpose, man, | |
| But that just got my circumstances. | |
| And I mean it, if you want it, come and get it, boy, | |
| That come in treezing and you' re looking like triplets boys. | |
| In high school | |
| I climbed the roof so | |
| I could smoke my weed, | |
| The dealers knew that | |
| I was young and sold me backseats. | |
| I' m chasing dreams, hoes chasing me, | |
| But I just gave the name and number like the matter | |
| D ' cause all | |
| I wanna do was roll up hash and smash the ass of a bitch who lived like | |
| Kim Kardashian. | |
| All these boys my kitchen and bend you up and bend you back down. | |
| All the girls in my bedroom will bend you in and bend you back out. | |
| All this whole city game around will bend you, bend you | |
| Bending you. | |
| She is the last straw, | |
| I' ve been her and slip slow, | |
| My pencil draws her closer, she gets high and bends low. | |
| Long flight from my | |
| Cali mistress, to a district with red lights, | |
| Prostitutes and rich niggers, just a recipe for long nights. | |
| Shake well and all they do, | |
| I' m laying next to some girl who last night showed me things | |
| I never knew | |
| Either I' m bending space out or | |
| I' m just bending space in | |
| I put my heart on tracks, but it' s four am and that chick' s still racing. | |
| One bed, two girls, three way, four times. | |
| My shame came of their clothes, it' s paradise of the mind. | |
| Absolute vodka mixed with absolute freedom, | |
| I meet my darker side and it' s a pleasure just to meet him. | |
| I' m thinking about puffing and rape while fucking, | |
| Yesterday' s gone and tomorrow ain' t come | |
| And if tomorrow ain' t come and that' s the name that she told me | |
| But when you hit this level, every first name is phoneme. | |
| But here, the air tastes better, weed is more popping and girls seem wetter, | |
| Days are a haze and drinks just stronger, knocked on them nigger, these nights seem longer. | |
| I' m only here for one night, it' s | |
| Disneyland for man, white girls, blue cush, red lights, | |
| America and | |
| Amster damn. |