[00:00.000] 作曲 : C. Hall for ELUCID/F. Porter for The Happiest Africans (SESAC)
[00:00.340] 作词 : Billy Woods/E L U C I D
[00:00.680] 制作人 : Small Professor
[00:01.020]Hero ain't nothing but a chopped cheese
[00:02.650]92' Accord trunk, exotic tree
[00:04.749]Branches grow through the bag, baggy jeans
[00:07.023]Walk away a 34 in seam
[00:09.277]Bring me a dream
[00:10.091]Squeeze from the hip
[00:11.177]Wean from the tit
[00:12.087]Schemes through the rich
[00:13.032]Skipping your name, nothing seem to stick
[00:14.957]Fiending for a lick
[00:16.089]Nothing made you, just a blip, ain't it a bitch
[00:18.435]Just think, what if you could just-
[00:20.692]Lay it all to dust
[00:21.590]Did it for the rush
[00:22.708]Hush tone on landline
[00:23.862]White noise Babylon vampire
[00:25.436]He a God damn liar
[00:27.488]Arrows and AR's, born of chaos, hey y'all
[00:29.705]I can't scrub the stain off
[00:31.684]This a liberation seance, stay on
[00:34.116]Four-headed beast with eight arm-
[00:36.024]Lekker lekker
[00:36.572]Invoke a name in desperate measures, they who control the weather
[00:39.701]Whatever, whatever
[00:40.803]AV Navy leather
[00:42.004]Naked from the neck up
[00:43.151]Stash the Black and Decker
[00:44.312]Belook the Mecca
[00:45.230]Hex-throwers anonymous
[00:46.693]Disaster capital economic shit
[00:48.719]The words charged inside an amulet
[00:50.692]Doubting Thomas'
[00:51.540]No such thing as common sense
[00:53.229]Somber kiss, promises
[01:04.467]It's too late for dialogue man, talk to who?
[01:06.897]She ain't raised no fool
[01:08.363]I rode through Idaho like duel
[01:10.195]This game they don't explain the rules
[01:12.447]Packed house, pew to vestibule
[01:13.914]Blue vegetables
[01:15.471]Earthy, vegetal notes barely legible
[01:17.917]But no less true
[01:19.253]Like we won't always be cool
[01:21.887]This America, somebody gots to lose
[01:24.260]"Not I," said the cat, off went the gat
[01:26.670]Let the lawyer litigate while he sit back
[01:28.969]The perpetrator was a different shade of black
[01:31.909]Beat the case, said let him eat cake in his raps
[01:34.995]Service weapon in my face, all I could see was his lips chapped
[01:38.290]Wouldn't recognize him if I saw him today
[01:40.792]Chokehold slowly closed the airway
[01:42.901]"The sunken place, I can't stay!
[01:44.881]You built it on Indian graves! ", the lead character exclaims
[01:48.253]Christmas Eve, again with the rattling chains
[01:51.123]Marley's ghost, must've been something I smoked
[01:54.333]Streets soot choked, courthouse overflowed
[01:56.253]This shit broke
[01:57.442]Could tell he was waiting for us to go, to break out the coke
[02:00.418]She said she's still having fun, she'll see me at home