| 作词 : Daumont, Shimura | |
| Burnt Pride is a crazy thing | |
| But now, what does it take to make you feel me concrete? | |
| I ain't your maitre'd, I ain't on pain relief | |
| This ain't make believe, I ain't on no ankle leash | |
| I tried speaking in a rational manner | |
| Tried to get my point across using regular me(ans) | |
| I even patterned my delivery | |
| Similarly after something you had said | |
| So that you would not interpret me differently, but | |
| My head's on a tree swing | |
| Your debt's still lingering | |
| While you erect gates with codes really nobody knows | |
| I ask, "Why's it always closed?" | |
| I'm told it's my approach | |
| Well let's suppose | |
| Just for the sole sake of argument that | |
| Despite the spite and all the ill will you're harboring | |
| That me, Lyrics Born, all this power that I'm harnessing | |
| That I didn't come in here to no conquering | |
| That I came in here to do a little bargaining | |
| Grease key people do some apple polishing | |
| Maybe hail a cab for my local congressman | |
| So he can hook me with the landlord in parliament | |
| Then I'll set up a booth, hand-pick my operatives | |
| Train 'em up, send my squad of garbagemen | |
| To spread the good will, all in the environment | |
| And all the false doctrine and all the carcinogens, but now | |
| I gotta be wise 'bout who I'm targeting | |
| The key is make the young folks offerings | |
| So that they don't become adults that are demonstrative | |
| Or else my chances of retirement go spiraling | |
| So then I work my way into their subconsciousness | |
| I tell them always use caution, now, cautiousness, because | |
| Are you absolutely positive that you can make it without us and be prosperous? | |
| You need to look at me and my accomplishments | |
| Hey, I got an idea, let's start a partnership! | |
| It'll be just like livin' in a Harlequin | |
| And we'll feed our pond fishies ostriches | |
| We'll feed the starved kiddies self-doubt lozenges | |
| Just peeling layer after layer off their confidence | |
| Until it's one planet us homogenous | |
| Versus one gumball you optimists!! | |
| Burn pride!! Burn pride!! | |
| Burn pride!! Burn Pride!! | |
| Burnt Pride is a crazy thing | |
| What does it take to make you feel me concrete? | |
| I ain't your maitre'd, I ain't on pain relief | |
| This ain't make believe, I ain't on no ankle leash | |
| I tried speaking in a rational manner | |
| Tried to get my point across using conventional means | |
| I even patterned my delivery similarly after something you had said | |
| So that you would not interpret me differently, but- | |
| My head's on a tree swing | |
| Your debt's still lingering | |
| While you erect gates with codes really nobody knows | |
| I ask, "Why's it always closed?" | |
| I'm told it's my approach | |
| Okay, what's appropriate your royal holiness? | |
| Shall I fan you with foliage in front of an audience? | |
| Hi-five Napoleon? | |
| Lo-five a Scorpion? | |
| Then and only then would there ever be an opening | |
| Well, that's just your big, wet blanket of power | |
| You weight us down with double-talk until we think we're insane | |
| But if you're trying to save your pride | |
| You're trying to save your pride | |
| As far as I'm concerned that shit is going down in flames | |
| With your piddly-ass riddles | |
| You think I ain't mentally apt | |
| I see you slither 'round my ankle like I ain't gonna react | |
| No more me nibblin' on a bridle while you're kickin' my abs | |
| No more "everything's Ore-Ida" when I can't even stand | |
| No more fiddling with the maps | |
| No more belittling the past | |
| No more nonsense when my questions is asked | |
| No more concessions for an ego so fragile | |
| Any self-expression chips away at your castle | |
| Your pride's your damsel, you built your barricade | |
| I was so careful | |
| I danced around your insecurities | |
| On your schedule | |
| Ignored all your absurdities | |
| But all the people | |
| You parody with that dogshit your nurturing | |
| Then you have the nerve to take certain shit personally | |
| I didn't even speak a handful and I encroached on your territory | |
| You need therapy there mister Pharisee | |
| Seriously, 'cause apparently your circuitry's terribly damaged | |
| How 'bout a nice hot kerosene bath | |
| I'll come back | |
| I'll serenade you with flaming arrows oh serpentine | |
| Your pride needs refurbishing | |
| I'll extend you that courtesy like- | |
| "Hi, this is Lyrics Born servicing!" | |
| Burnt Pride!! Burnt Pride!! |
| zuo ci : Daumont, Shimura | |
| Burnt Pride is a crazy thing | |
| But now, what does it take to make you feel me concrete? | |
| I ain' t your maitre' d, I ain' t on pain relief | |
| This ain' t make believe, I ain' t on no ankle leash | |
| I tried speaking in a rational manner | |
| Tried to get my point across using regular me ans | |
| I even patterned my delivery | |
| Similarly after something you had said | |
| So that you would not interpret me differently, but | |
| My head' s on a tree swing | |
| Your debt' s still lingering | |
| While you erect gates with codes really nobody knows | |
| I ask, " Why' s it always closed?" | |
| I' m told it' s my approach | |
| Well let' s suppose | |
| Just for the sole sake of argument that | |
| Despite the spite and all the ill will you' re harboring | |
| That me, Lyrics Born, all this power that I' m harnessing | |
| That I didn' t come in here to no conquering | |
| That I came in here to do a little bargaining | |
| Grease key people do some apple polishing | |
| Maybe hail a cab for my local congressman | |
| So he can hook me with the landlord in parliament | |
| Then I' ll set up a booth, handpick my operatives | |
| Train ' em up, send my squad of garbagemen | |
| To spread the good will, all in the environment | |
| And all the false doctrine and all the carcinogens, but now | |
| I gotta be wise ' bout who I' m targeting | |
| The key is make the young folks offerings | |
| So that they don' t become adults that are demonstrative | |
| Or else my chances of retirement go spiraling | |
| So then I work my way into their subconsciousness | |
| I tell them always use caution, now, cautiousness, because | |
| Are you absolutely positive that you can make it without us and be prosperous? | |
| You need to look at me and my accomplishments | |
| Hey, I got an idea, let' s start a partnership! | |
| It' ll be just like livin' in a Harlequin | |
| And we' ll feed our pond fishies ostriches | |
| We' ll feed the starved kiddies selfdoubt lozenges | |
| Just peeling layer after layer off their confidence | |
| Until it' s one planet us homogenous | |
| Versus one gumball you optimists!! | |
| Burn pride!! Burn pride!! | |
| Burn pride!! Burn Pride!! | |
| Burnt Pride is a crazy thing | |
| What does it take to make you feel me concrete? | |
| I ain' t your maitre' d, I ain' t on pain relief | |
| This ain' t make believe, I ain' t on no ankle leash | |
| I tried speaking in a rational manner | |
| Tried to get my point across using conventional means | |
| I even patterned my delivery similarly after something you had said | |
| So that you would not interpret me differently, but | |
| My head' s on a tree swing | |
| Your debt' s still lingering | |
| While you erect gates with codes really nobody knows | |
| I ask, " Why' s it always closed?" | |
| I' m told it' s my approach | |
| Okay, what' s appropriate your royal holiness? | |
| Shall I fan you with foliage in front of an audience? | |
| Hifive Napoleon? | |
| Lofive a Scorpion? | |
| Then and only then would there ever be an opening | |
| Well, that' s just your big, wet blanket of power | |
| You weight us down with doubletalk until we think we' re insane | |
| But if you' re trying to save your pride | |
| You' re trying to save your pride | |
| As far as I' m concerned that shit is going down in flames | |
| With your piddlyass riddles | |
| You think I ain' t mentally apt | |
| I see you slither ' round my ankle like I ain' t gonna react | |
| No more me nibblin' on a bridle while you' re kickin' my abs | |
| No more " everything' s OreIda" when I can' t even stand | |
| No more fiddling with the maps | |
| No more belittling the past | |
| No more nonsense when my questions is asked | |
| No more concessions for an ego so fragile | |
| Any selfexpression chips away at your castle | |
| Your pride' s your damsel, you built your barricade | |
| I was so careful | |
| I danced around your insecurities | |
| On your schedule | |
| Ignored all your absurdities | |
| But all the people | |
| You parody with that dogshit your nurturing | |
| Then you have the nerve to take certain shit personally | |
| I didn' t even speak a handful and I encroached on your territory | |
| You need therapy there mister Pharisee | |
| Seriously, ' cause apparently your circuitry' s terribly damaged | |
| How ' bout a nice hot kerosene bath | |
| I' ll come back | |
| I' ll serenade you with flaming arrows oh serpentine | |
| Your pride needs refurbishing | |
| I' ll extend you that courtesy like | |
| " Hi, this is Lyrics Born servicing!" | |
| Burnt Pride!! Burnt Pride!! |
| zuò cí : Daumont, Shimura | |
| Burnt Pride is a crazy thing | |
| But now, what does it take to make you feel me concrete? | |
| I ain' t your maitre' d, I ain' t on pain relief | |
| This ain' t make believe, I ain' t on no ankle leash | |
| I tried speaking in a rational manner | |
| Tried to get my point across using regular me ans | |
| I even patterned my delivery | |
| Similarly after something you had said | |
| So that you would not interpret me differently, but | |
| My head' s on a tree swing | |
| Your debt' s still lingering | |
| While you erect gates with codes really nobody knows | |
| I ask, " Why' s it always closed?" | |
| I' m told it' s my approach | |
| Well let' s suppose | |
| Just for the sole sake of argument that | |
| Despite the spite and all the ill will you' re harboring | |
| That me, Lyrics Born, all this power that I' m harnessing | |
| That I didn' t come in here to no conquering | |
| That I came in here to do a little bargaining | |
| Grease key people do some apple polishing | |
| Maybe hail a cab for my local congressman | |
| So he can hook me with the landlord in parliament | |
| Then I' ll set up a booth, handpick my operatives | |
| Train ' em up, send my squad of garbagemen | |
| To spread the good will, all in the environment | |
| And all the false doctrine and all the carcinogens, but now | |
| I gotta be wise ' bout who I' m targeting | |
| The key is make the young folks offerings | |
| So that they don' t become adults that are demonstrative | |
| Or else my chances of retirement go spiraling | |
| So then I work my way into their subconsciousness | |
| I tell them always use caution, now, cautiousness, because | |
| Are you absolutely positive that you can make it without us and be prosperous? | |
| You need to look at me and my accomplishments | |
| Hey, I got an idea, let' s start a partnership! | |
| It' ll be just like livin' in a Harlequin | |
| And we' ll feed our pond fishies ostriches | |
| We' ll feed the starved kiddies selfdoubt lozenges | |
| Just peeling layer after layer off their confidence | |
| Until it' s one planet us homogenous | |
| Versus one gumball you optimists!! | |
| Burn pride!! Burn pride!! | |
| Burn pride!! Burn Pride!! | |
| Burnt Pride is a crazy thing | |
| What does it take to make you feel me concrete? | |
| I ain' t your maitre' d, I ain' t on pain relief | |
| This ain' t make believe, I ain' t on no ankle leash | |
| I tried speaking in a rational manner | |
| Tried to get my point across using conventional means | |
| I even patterned my delivery similarly after something you had said | |
| So that you would not interpret me differently, but | |
| My head' s on a tree swing | |
| Your debt' s still lingering | |
| While you erect gates with codes really nobody knows | |
| I ask, " Why' s it always closed?" | |
| I' m told it' s my approach | |
| Okay, what' s appropriate your royal holiness? | |
| Shall I fan you with foliage in front of an audience? | |
| Hifive Napoleon? | |
| Lofive a Scorpion? | |
| Then and only then would there ever be an opening | |
| Well, that' s just your big, wet blanket of power | |
| You weight us down with doubletalk until we think we' re insane | |
| But if you' re trying to save your pride | |
| You' re trying to save your pride | |
| As far as I' m concerned that shit is going down in flames | |
| With your piddlyass riddles | |
| You think I ain' t mentally apt | |
| I see you slither ' round my ankle like I ain' t gonna react | |
| No more me nibblin' on a bridle while you' re kickin' my abs | |
| No more " everything' s OreIda" when I can' t even stand | |
| No more fiddling with the maps | |
| No more belittling the past | |
| No more nonsense when my questions is asked | |
| No more concessions for an ego so fragile | |
| Any selfexpression chips away at your castle | |
| Your pride' s your damsel, you built your barricade | |
| I was so careful | |
| I danced around your insecurities | |
| On your schedule | |
| Ignored all your absurdities | |
| But all the people | |
| You parody with that dogshit your nurturing | |
| Then you have the nerve to take certain shit personally | |
| I didn' t even speak a handful and I encroached on your territory | |
| You need therapy there mister Pharisee | |
| Seriously, ' cause apparently your circuitry' s terribly damaged | |
| How ' bout a nice hot kerosene bath | |
| I' ll come back | |
| I' ll serenade you with flaming arrows oh serpentine | |
| Your pride needs refurbishing | |
| I' ll extend you that courtesy like | |
| " Hi, this is Lyrics Born servicing!" | |
| Burnt Pride!! Burnt Pride!! |
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