Live in the Booth Lyrics
| Song | Live in the Booth |
| Artist | Devlin |
| Album | Live in the Booth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : J Devlin/Ghetts | |
| 作曲 : L White/J Devlin | |
| The fast lane's clear, | |
| all they can do's pass blame here, | |
| it's the man who incarnates fear, | |
| big grin and a half-crazed stare, | |
| who's him with the half grey hair, | |
| tuned in like guitar strings where, | |
| did he find his flow since when, | |
| did he sound so dark flow rare, | |
| can't pick me apart, | |
| I'm not fat but well rounded, | |
| angles covered O'Sullivan's prowling, | |
| round this table cut me a break, | |
| before I get Greek and smash my plate, | |
| over your noggin no laptop log in | |
| but pass the word that Jimmy mack don't play, | |
| and if all that these early birds get is worms | |
| then maybe I'm grateful I'm late. | |
| I'm live in the booth no lies just truth I was caged but now I'm a tiger on the loose. | |
| This shit should be illegal for me, | |
| It's easy indeed, run up on beats and squeeze em and leave like kitty, blazing a trail through the city once more who's with me, | |
| no one fine I'm a lonesome guy with a potion high in the local pissy, | |
| drunk chatting shit again I might spit at men, | |
| I might say something silly, | |
| think your the kid well I'm Billy, | |
| think your the shit well I feel more shit than shit on a stick get shit on by Jimmy oh really, | |
| yes stand at my heights get giddy, | |
| look down it's a long drop, | |
| wanna test me hole in one that's a long shot, | |
| top notch hop scotch watch while I put em all back in a box | |
| they're getting locked off, | |
| cock blocks will never be pretty, | |
| mc's will never be witty, | |
| these blocks will always be gritty, | |
| shock horror, horror shock, | |
| cock blocks will never be pretty, | |
| mc's will never be witty, | |
| these blocks will always be gritty, | |
| shock horror, horror shock, | |
| I'm live in the booth no lies just truth I was caged but now I'm a tiger on the loose. | |
| If I had two hands on my face, | |
| would you know what time it is, | |
| the problem is they don't clock it, | |
| the optimist in my logic is dead, | |
| and now I'm just launching assaults on the game instead, | |
| I ain't even here call me drop dead Fred, | |
| I’m just Devs imaginary friend, | |
| one of ten but none of them got any answers either **** it then, | |
| now I don't need nothing then, | |
| just me and the things I have got more than a mascot back at the races I ain't going Ascot, | |
| but mate you can bloody bet, | |
| with the lyrics I'm on the finish line while your still in bed, | |
| that ill I'm dead, but feeling live when my spirit rhymes. | |
| I'm live in the booth no lies just truth I was caged but now I'm a tiger on the loose. | |
| I'm live in the booth, no snide in the booth, I ride in the booth |
| zuo ci : J Devlin Ghetts | |
| zuo qu : L White J Devlin | |
| The fast lane' s clear, | |
| all they can do' s pass blame here, | |
| it' s the man who incarnates fear, | |
| big grin and a halfcrazed stare, | |
| who' s him with the half grey hair, | |
| tuned in like guitar strings where, | |
| did he find his flow since when, | |
| did he sound so dark flow rare, | |
| can' t pick me apart, | |
| I' m not fat but well rounded, | |
| angles covered O' Sullivan' s prowling, | |
| round this table cut me a break, | |
| before I get Greek and smash my plate, | |
| over your noggin no laptop log in | |
| but pass the word that Jimmy mack don' t play, | |
| and if all that these early birds get is worms | |
| then maybe I' m grateful I' m late. | |
| I' m live in the booth no lies just truth I was caged but now I' m a tiger on the loose. | |
| This shit should be illegal for me, | |
| It' s easy indeed, run up on beats and squeeze em and leave like kitty, blazing a trail through the city once more who' s with me, | |
| no one fine I' m a lonesome guy with a potion high in the local pissy, | |
| drunk chatting shit again I might spit at men, | |
| I might say something silly, | |
| think your the kid well I' m Billy, | |
| think your the shit well I feel more shit than shit on a stick get shit on by Jimmy oh really, | |
| yes stand at my heights get giddy, | |
| look down it' s a long drop, | |
| wanna test me hole in one that' s a long shot, | |
| top notch hop scotch watch while I put em all back in a box | |
| they' re getting locked off, | |
| cock blocks will never be pretty, | |
| mc' s will never be witty, | |
| these blocks will always be gritty, | |
| shock horror, horror shock, | |
| cock blocks will never be pretty, | |
| mc' s will never be witty, | |
| these blocks will always be gritty, | |
| shock horror, horror shock, | |
| I' m live in the booth no lies just truth I was caged but now I' m a tiger on the loose. | |
| If I had two hands on my face, | |
| would you know what time it is, | |
| the problem is they don' t clock it, | |
| the optimist in my logic is dead, | |
| and now I' m just launching assaults on the game instead, | |
| I ain' t even here call me drop dead Fred, | |
| I' m just Devs imaginary friend, | |
| one of ten but none of them got any answers either it then, | |
| now I don' t need nothing then, | |
| just me and the things I have got more than a mascot back at the races I ain' t going Ascot, | |
| but mate you can bloody bet, | |
| with the lyrics I' m on the finish line while your still in bed, | |
| that ill I' m dead, but feeling live when my spirit rhymes. | |
| I' m live in the booth no lies just truth I was caged but now I' m a tiger on the loose. | |
| I' m live in the booth, no snide in the booth, I ride in the booth |
| zuò cí : J Devlin Ghetts | |
| zuò qǔ : L White J Devlin | |
| The fast lane' s clear, | |
| all they can do' s pass blame here, | |
| it' s the man who incarnates fear, | |
| big grin and a halfcrazed stare, | |
| who' s him with the half grey hair, | |
| tuned in like guitar strings where, | |
| did he find his flow since when, | |
| did he sound so dark flow rare, | |
| can' t pick me apart, | |
| I' m not fat but well rounded, | |
| angles covered O' Sullivan' s prowling, | |
| round this table cut me a break, | |
| before I get Greek and smash my plate, | |
| over your noggin no laptop log in | |
| but pass the word that Jimmy mack don' t play, | |
| and if all that these early birds get is worms | |
| then maybe I' m grateful I' m late. | |
| I' m live in the booth no lies just truth I was caged but now I' m a tiger on the loose. | |
| This shit should be illegal for me, | |
| It' s easy indeed, run up on beats and squeeze em and leave like kitty, blazing a trail through the city once more who' s with me, | |
| no one fine I' m a lonesome guy with a potion high in the local pissy, | |
| drunk chatting shit again I might spit at men, | |
| I might say something silly, | |
| think your the kid well I' m Billy, | |
| think your the shit well I feel more shit than shit on a stick get shit on by Jimmy oh really, | |
| yes stand at my heights get giddy, | |
| look down it' s a long drop, | |
| wanna test me hole in one that' s a long shot, | |
| top notch hop scotch watch while I put em all back in a box | |
| they' re getting locked off, | |
| cock blocks will never be pretty, | |
| mc' s will never be witty, | |
| these blocks will always be gritty, | |
| shock horror, horror shock, | |
| cock blocks will never be pretty, | |
| mc' s will never be witty, | |
| these blocks will always be gritty, | |
| shock horror, horror shock, | |
| I' m live in the booth no lies just truth I was caged but now I' m a tiger on the loose. | |
| If I had two hands on my face, | |
| would you know what time it is, | |
| the problem is they don' t clock it, | |
| the optimist in my logic is dead, | |
| and now I' m just launching assaults on the game instead, | |
| I ain' t even here call me drop dead Fred, | |
| I' m just Devs imaginary friend, | |
| one of ten but none of them got any answers either it then, | |
| now I don' t need nothing then, | |
| just me and the things I have got more than a mascot back at the races I ain' t going Ascot, | |
| but mate you can bloody bet, | |
| with the lyrics I' m on the finish line while your still in bed, | |
| that ill I' m dead, but feeling live when my spirit rhymes. | |
| I' m live in the booth no lies just truth I was caged but now I' m a tiger on the loose. | |
| I' m live in the booth, no snide in the booth, I ride in the booth |
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