歌曲 | Lost Interlude |
歌手 | Cool Calm Pete |
专辑 | Lost |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cool Calm Pete | |
All from a blank page and beats that have no name, | |
seem like blank walls to cats' fame. | |
Sniff the aerosol, and light headed, trippy | |
abyss of concrete that clouds the streets | |
Sky's the limit; hop the soul train, | |
moves you mimic to a New York minute. | |
and in a flash the world gone upside down, | |
the townsfolk over-run by clowns. | |
Since way back this homie don't play that, | |
caught them rain drops at the brim of ya hat. | |
Brace yourself, I'm rolling with no brakes, | |
Power moves hellbent with back aches. | |
Ya butterfingers, still couldn't get a grip. | |
Ate the roach clip, you sank my battleship. | |
Mondays, all disheveled. Even a rebel | |
without a cause learned to settle. | |
I'm off the kettle full blown growing steam, | |
got snuffed by the American dream. | |
Down for the count; stargazin... | |
it's cool calm Peter Parker, the Amazing. |
zuo qu : Cool Calm Pete | |
All from a blank page and beats that have no name, | |
seem like blank walls to cats' fame. | |
Sniff the aerosol, and light headed, trippy | |
abyss of concrete that clouds the streets | |
Sky' s the limit hop the soul train, | |
moves you mimic to a New York minute. | |
and in a flash the world gone upside down, | |
the townsfolk overrun by clowns. | |
Since way back this homie don' t play that, | |
caught them rain drops at the brim of ya hat. | |
Brace yourself, I' m rolling with no brakes, | |
Power moves hellbent with back aches. | |
Ya butterfingers, still couldn' t get a grip. | |
Ate the roach clip, you sank my battleship. | |
Mondays, all disheveled. Even a rebel | |
without a cause learned to settle. | |
I' m off the kettle full blown growing steam, | |
got snuffed by the American dream. | |
Down for the count stargazin... | |
it' s cool calm Peter Parker, the Amazing. |
zuò qǔ : Cool Calm Pete | |
All from a blank page and beats that have no name, | |
seem like blank walls to cats' fame. | |
Sniff the aerosol, and light headed, trippy | |
abyss of concrete that clouds the streets | |
Sky' s the limit hop the soul train, | |
moves you mimic to a New York minute. | |
and in a flash the world gone upside down, | |
the townsfolk overrun by clowns. | |
Since way back this homie don' t play that, | |
caught them rain drops at the brim of ya hat. | |
Brace yourself, I' m rolling with no brakes, | |
Power moves hellbent with back aches. | |
Ya butterfingers, still couldn' t get a grip. | |
Ate the roach clip, you sank my battleship. | |
Mondays, all disheveled. Even a rebel | |
without a cause learned to settle. | |
I' m off the kettle full blown growing steam, | |
got snuffed by the American dream. | |
Down for the count stargazin... | |
it' s cool calm Peter Parker, the Amazing. |