Song | Cold Summers |
Artist | Earl Sweatshirt |
Album | Some Rap Songs |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作词 : Thebe Kgositsile/Emmanuel Baloka/Willy n'For/Jimmy Stormy |
[00:00.064] | 作曲 : Thebe Kgositsile/Emmanuel Baloka/Willy n'For/Jimmy Stormy |
[00:00.129][Intro] | |
[00:02.881] | We roam tundras |
[00:04.216][Verse] | |
[00:05.109] | The boy been gone a few summers too long from road runnin' |
[00:08.465] | Trunk full of old hunnids |
[00:09.682] | Of course my old lover was scorned, we grow from it |
[00:12.615] | Don't tell me they don't hunt us for sport, I chose substances |
[00:15.842] | No cuddles, the bases is all covered |
[00:18.439] | ****** come in the door and smoke somethin' |
[00:20.596] | Choke up on the slugger from home run-ins |
[00:22.955] | ***** it's on, chest thump, his head thump on the floor |
[00:26.079] | We pressed up on the boy, no more bluffin' |
[00:28.879] | Cold summers, don't tussle with strangers |
[00:31.332] | Some of those keep one in the chamber |
[00:33.421] | Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped, I was stuck in a hangar, ***** |
[00:37.347] | Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up |
[00:40.041] | Really, I'm just makin' sure my promise is kept |
[00:42.835] | Chuck a duece if you know it's the end |
[00:44.984] | Kept the truth in my palm and my chest |
[00:47.280] | See it through, keep a noose hangin' off of my neck |
[00:49.966] | We got the juice, ****** corny as **** |
[00:51.960] | We on the loose, ****** know what it is |
[00:54.224] | We makin' moves, ****** corny as **** |
[00:57.126] | We got the juice, ****** know what it is |
[01:00.266] | Yeah |
[01:00.987][Outro] | |
[01:02.162] | It is night and like the others I clean my weapons |
[01:04.493] | It is all so familiar |
[00:00.000] | zuo ci : Thebe Kgositsile Emmanuel Baloka Willy n' For Jimmy Stormy |
[00:00.064] | zuo qu : Thebe Kgositsile Emmanuel Baloka Willy n' For Jimmy Stormy |
[00:00.129][Intro] | |
[00:02.881] | We roam tundras |
[00:04.216][Verse] | |
[00:05.109] | The boy been gone a few summers too long from road runnin' |
[00:08.465] | Trunk full of old hunnids |
[00:09.682] | Of course my old lover was scorned, we grow from it |
[00:12.615] | Don' t tell me they don' t hunt us for sport, I chose substances |
[00:15.842] | No cuddles, the bases is all covered |
[00:18.439] | come in the door and smoke somethin' |
[00:20.596] | Choke up on the slugger from home runins |
[00:22.955] | it' s on, chest thump, his head thump on the floor |
[00:26.079] | We pressed up on the boy, no more bluffin' |
[00:28.879] | Cold summers, don' t tussle with strangers |
[00:31.332] | Some of those keep one in the chamber |
[00:33.421] | Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped, I was stuck in a hangar, |
[00:37.347] | Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up |
[00:40.041] | Really, I' m just makin' sure my promise is kept |
[00:42.835] | Chuck a duece if you know it' s the end |
[00:44.984] | Kept the truth in my palm and my chest |
[00:47.280] | See it through, keep a noose hangin' off of my neck |
[00:49.966] | We got the juice, corny as |
[00:51.960] | We on the loose, know what it is |
[00:54.224] | We makin' moves, corny as |
[00:57.126] | We got the juice, know what it is |
[01:00.266] | Yeah |
[01:00.987][Outro] | |
[01:02.162] | It is night and like the others I clean my weapons |
[01:04.493] | It is all so familiar |
[00:00.000] | zuò cí : Thebe Kgositsile Emmanuel Baloka Willy n' For Jimmy Stormy |
[00:00.064] | zuò qǔ : Thebe Kgositsile Emmanuel Baloka Willy n' For Jimmy Stormy |
[00:00.129][Intro] | |
[00:02.881] | We roam tundras |
[00:04.216][Verse] | |
[00:05.109] | The boy been gone a few summers too long from road runnin' |
[00:08.465] | Trunk full of old hunnids |
[00:09.682] | Of course my old lover was scorned, we grow from it |
[00:12.615] | Don' t tell me they don' t hunt us for sport, I chose substances |
[00:15.842] | No cuddles, the bases is all covered |
[00:18.439] | come in the door and smoke somethin' |
[00:20.596] | Choke up on the slugger from home runins |
[00:22.955] | it' s on, chest thump, his head thump on the floor |
[00:26.079] | We pressed up on the boy, no more bluffin' |
[00:28.879] | Cold summers, don' t tussle with strangers |
[00:31.332] | Some of those keep one in the chamber |
[00:33.421] | Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped, I was stuck in a hangar, |
[00:37.347] | Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up |
[00:40.041] | Really, I' m just makin' sure my promise is kept |
[00:42.835] | Chuck a duece if you know it' s the end |
[00:44.984] | Kept the truth in my palm and my chest |
[00:47.280] | See it through, keep a noose hangin' off of my neck |
[00:49.966] | We got the juice, corny as |
[00:51.960] | We on the loose, know what it is |
[00:54.224] | We makin' moves, corny as |
[00:57.126] | We got the juice, know what it is |
[01:00.266] | Yeah |
[01:00.987][Outro] | |
[01:02.162] | It is night and like the others I clean my weapons |
[01:04.493] | It is all so familiar |