Song | The Me You Don't See |
Artist | K-Rino |
Album | Book Number 7 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : K Rino | |
(talking:) | |
Hey, come into my house for a second | |
What house, yeah my real house listen to your boy | |
(K-Rino:) | |
I been to' down by the world, now it's time to rebuild | |
I'm real enough to call you fake, and you too fake to tell me that I'm real | |
Out of your two sides, which one will we know | |
The real side behind closed doors, or the one that you show | |
When I'm alone I talk to myself, that's strange to you | |
I think we all do, you crazy if you don't in my view | |
Showing as much of my game face, the world can consume | |
But how do I carry myself, when it's just me in a room | |
Don't get me wrong, I thank the good Lord for blessing my stillness | |
Like ignorance, seems to get more blessings than realness | |
Positivity I condone, but still I'm prone to do evil | |
Have you ever felt alone, inside a room full of people | |
If we could read minds for a day, and hear what folks ain't speaking | |
You might be shocked, if you knew what some of these people were thinking | |
About you yeah you, I know that I'm being felt | |
You can tell them lies to me, but you can't lie to yourself | |
(Hook: Ashlei Mayadia) | |
The side of me, that you don't see | |
That shows the pain, and the misery | |
That I'm going through, but never showing you | |
But when I'm all alone, this is what I do | |
(K-Rino:) | |
My bad side I'm guilty, you're barely checking that | |
I dream that I shed tears, the second that God read me my record back | |
I activate thoughts, and sharpen my wits | |
The deeper you go inside my heart, the darker it gets | |
I rarely speak about my street wars, the things that I've done | |
The youngster that tried to kill me, in 2001 | |
Or was it 2002, I can't remember myself | |
I can't forget where I came from, cause I never left | |
Now if I wanna stack, I gotta bring my serious mind back | |
I put nothing past nobody, and it's a period behind that | |
I been the villain and the victim, but my love is blind black | |
If you ain't sure you heard me right, then rewind that line back | |
I take the bad with the good, cause they feed each other | |
I might be tripping, but it's kinda like they need each other | |
Because without good, the bad wouldn't be seen and such | |
And without the bad, the good might not mean as much | |
(Hook) | |
(K-Rino:) | |
The me you don't see, the side that tends to play men | |
The side the day he asked God, to forgive him for the same sin | |
The side of me that's scared to fail, and won't face the ill winds | |
That occasionally doubts, the existence of real friends | |
The real me, not the M.C. that brag and boast | |
The man who underappreciates women, he loves the most | |
The side of me that wanna give up, but'll never admit it | |
Who know the move I pulled was out of line, but still went and did it | |
I'm trying to gather good intentions, and abolish what's left | |
The man that's sitting inside the hoe house, with not of his self | |
Do I think it's fair I make music, that not many jam | |
Or hourly say I ain't tripping, but inside I really am | |
Women come and go, relationships was never what they could be | |
Some loved me, but I don't think none of em understood me | |
Cause if they did, we'd still be together possibly | |
But I can't cry about it, cause whatever happened was meant to be yeah | |
(Hook) |
zuo qu : K Rino | |
talking: | |
Hey, come into my house for a second | |
What house, yeah my real house listen to your boy | |
KRino: | |
I been to' down by the world, now it' s time to rebuild | |
I' m real enough to call you fake, and you too fake to tell me that I' m real | |
Out of your two sides, which one will we know | |
The real side behind closed doors, or the one that you show | |
When I' m alone I talk to myself, that' s strange to you | |
I think we all do, you crazy if you don' t in my view | |
Showing as much of my game face, the world can consume | |
But how do I carry myself, when it' s just me in a room | |
Don' t get me wrong, I thank the good Lord for blessing my stillness | |
Like ignorance, seems to get more blessings than realness | |
Positivity I condone, but still I' m prone to do evil | |
Have you ever felt alone, inside a room full of people | |
If we could read minds for a day, and hear what folks ain' t speaking | |
You might be shocked, if you knew what some of these people were thinking | |
About you yeah you, I know that I' m being felt | |
You can tell them lies to me, but you can' t lie to yourself | |
Hook: Ashlei Mayadia | |
The side of me, that you don' t see | |
That shows the pain, and the misery | |
That I' m going through, but never showing you | |
But when I' m all alone, this is what I do | |
KRino: | |
My bad side I' m guilty, you' re barely checking that | |
I dream that I shed tears, the second that God read me my record back | |
I activate thoughts, and sharpen my wits | |
The deeper you go inside my heart, the darker it gets | |
I rarely speak about my street wars, the things that I' ve done | |
The youngster that tried to kill me, in 2001 | |
Or was it 2002, I can' t remember myself | |
I can' t forget where I came from, cause I never left | |
Now if I wanna stack, I gotta bring my serious mind back | |
I put nothing past nobody, and it' s a period behind that | |
I been the villain and the victim, but my love is blind black | |
If you ain' t sure you heard me right, then rewind that line back | |
I take the bad with the good, cause they feed each other | |
I might be tripping, but it' s kinda like they need each other | |
Because without good, the bad wouldn' t be seen and such | |
And without the bad, the good might not mean as much | |
Hook | |
KRino: | |
The me you don' t see, the side that tends to play men | |
The side the day he asked God, to forgive him for the same sin | |
The side of me that' s scared to fail, and won' t face the ill winds | |
That occasionally doubts, the existence of real friends | |
The real me, not the M. C. that brag and boast | |
The man who underappreciates women, he loves the most | |
The side of me that wanna give up, but' ll never admit it | |
Who know the move I pulled was out of line, but still went and did it | |
I' m trying to gather good intentions, and abolish what' s left | |
The man that' s sitting inside the hoe house, with not of his self | |
Do I think it' s fair I make music, that not many jam | |
Or hourly say I ain' t tripping, but inside I really am | |
Women come and go, relationships was never what they could be | |
Some loved me, but I don' t think none of em understood me | |
Cause if they did, we' d still be together possibly | |
But I can' t cry about it, cause whatever happened was meant to be yeah | |
Hook |
zuò qǔ : K Rino | |
talking: | |
Hey, come into my house for a second | |
What house, yeah my real house listen to your boy | |
KRino: | |
I been to' down by the world, now it' s time to rebuild | |
I' m real enough to call you fake, and you too fake to tell me that I' m real | |
Out of your two sides, which one will we know | |
The real side behind closed doors, or the one that you show | |
When I' m alone I talk to myself, that' s strange to you | |
I think we all do, you crazy if you don' t in my view | |
Showing as much of my game face, the world can consume | |
But how do I carry myself, when it' s just me in a room | |
Don' t get me wrong, I thank the good Lord for blessing my stillness | |
Like ignorance, seems to get more blessings than realness | |
Positivity I condone, but still I' m prone to do evil | |
Have you ever felt alone, inside a room full of people | |
If we could read minds for a day, and hear what folks ain' t speaking | |
You might be shocked, if you knew what some of these people were thinking | |
About you yeah you, I know that I' m being felt | |
You can tell them lies to me, but you can' t lie to yourself | |
Hook: Ashlei Mayadia | |
The side of me, that you don' t see | |
That shows the pain, and the misery | |
That I' m going through, but never showing you | |
But when I' m all alone, this is what I do | |
KRino: | |
My bad side I' m guilty, you' re barely checking that | |
I dream that I shed tears, the second that God read me my record back | |
I activate thoughts, and sharpen my wits | |
The deeper you go inside my heart, the darker it gets | |
I rarely speak about my street wars, the things that I' ve done | |
The youngster that tried to kill me, in 2001 | |
Or was it 2002, I can' t remember myself | |
I can' t forget where I came from, cause I never left | |
Now if I wanna stack, I gotta bring my serious mind back | |
I put nothing past nobody, and it' s a period behind that | |
I been the villain and the victim, but my love is blind black | |
If you ain' t sure you heard me right, then rewind that line back | |
I take the bad with the good, cause they feed each other | |
I might be tripping, but it' s kinda like they need each other | |
Because without good, the bad wouldn' t be seen and such | |
And without the bad, the good might not mean as much | |
Hook | |
KRino: | |
The me you don' t see, the side that tends to play men | |
The side the day he asked God, to forgive him for the same sin | |
The side of me that' s scared to fail, and won' t face the ill winds | |
That occasionally doubts, the existence of real friends | |
The real me, not the M. C. that brag and boast | |
The man who underappreciates women, he loves the most | |
The side of me that wanna give up, but' ll never admit it | |
Who know the move I pulled was out of line, but still went and did it | |
I' m trying to gather good intentions, and abolish what' s left | |
The man that' s sitting inside the hoe house, with not of his self | |
Do I think it' s fair I make music, that not many jam | |
Or hourly say I ain' t tripping, but inside I really am | |
Women come and go, relationships was never what they could be | |
Some loved me, but I don' t think none of em understood me | |
Cause if they did, we' d still be together possibly | |
But I can' t cry about it, cause whatever happened was meant to be yeah | |
Hook |