| Song | Azucar |
| Artist | Earl Sweatshirt |
| Album | Some Rap Songs |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Harvey Scales/Donald Davis/Albert Vance/Sage Elsesser/Thebe Kgositsile |
| [00:00.158] | 作曲 : Harvey Scales/Donald Davis/Albert Vance/Sage Elsesser/Thebe Kgositsile |
| [00:00.316][Verse] | |
| [00:00.707] | Pedal to the metal |
| [00:02.031] | Lost foot and it was sugar in my gas tank |
| [00:04.180] | My cushion was a bosom on bad days |
| [00:06.226] | There's not a black woman I can't thank |
| [00:08.761] | You called crying when I told you these the last days |
| [00:11.926] | It's all mine, could've split the last plate |
| [00:15.097] | ****** didn't have faith, so I stopped tryin' |
| [00:18.571] | Apologize, and we outta time |
| [00:21.115] | Please get ya alibi straight, you ain't gotta lie |
| [00:23.923] | Shook tradition, did it my way |
| [00:25.720] | No sense in looking in the sky |
| [00:28.076] | Trace elements meddle with minds |
| [00:30.735] | Mind-state live, fissures and fires |
| [00:33.362] | ****** with live ammunitions and the stick on the highway |
| [00:36.619] | I only get better with time |
| [00:38.255] | That's what my mom say to dodge Satan |
| [00:41.115] | Say to kill him this time, oy vey |
| [00:43.094] | Well here I go, foot on the line |
| [00:44.914] | What's mine, what good is it if it's not, you shook a bit |
| [00:49.232] | Sookie, sookie ****** wasn't **** |
| [00:51.555] | Face looking like I stumbled out of bed, hundred dollar jet |
| [00:55.197] | I piss problems out, the bottle empty |
| [00:57.404] | Mama said she used to see my father in me |
| [00:59.700] | Said I was not offended |
| [01:01.495] | Press, King, Navy, Med, MIKE on the bench |
| [01:04.218] | Living life like a ***** put a price on my head |
| [01:08.790] | Bless, this how we on it |
| [01:10.454] | If you need it and I want it, better come prepared |
| [01:12.864] | Going through it like prayers in the night sky |
| [01:15.819] | You look like a chair when you folding up |
| [01:17.964] | Hands on like a goalie with the puck, don't need any luck |
| [01:22.813] | See the ghost of where I was, lonesome as I was |
| [01:25.479] |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Harvey Scales Donald Davis Albert Vance Sage Elsesser Thebe Kgositsile |
| [00:00.158] | zuò qǔ : Harvey Scales Donald Davis Albert Vance Sage Elsesser Thebe Kgositsile |
| [00:00.316][Verse] | |
| [00:00.707] | Pedal to the metal |
| [00:02.031] | Lost foot and it was sugar in my gas tank |
| [00:04.180] | My cushion was a bosom on bad days |
| [00:06.226] | There' s not a black woman I can' t thank |
| [00:08.761] | You called crying when I told you these the last days |
| [00:11.926] | It' s all mine, could' ve split the last plate |
| [00:15.097] | didn' t have faith, so I stopped tryin' |
| [00:18.571] | Apologize, and we outta time |
| [00:21.115] | Please get ya alibi straight, you ain' t gotta lie |
| [00:23.923] | Shook tradition, did it my way |
| [00:25.720] | No sense in looking in the sky |
| [00:28.076] | Trace elements meddle with minds |
| [00:30.735] | Mindstate live, fissures and fires |
| [00:33.362] | with live ammunitions and the stick on the highway |
| [00:36.619] | I only get better with time |
| [00:38.255] | That' s what my mom say to dodge Satan |
| [00:41.115] | Say to kill him this time, oy vey |
| [00:43.094] | Well here I go, foot on the line |
| [00:44.914] | What' s mine, what good is it if it' s not, you shook a bit |
| [00:49.232] | Sookie, sookie wasn' t |
| [00:51.555] | Face looking like I stumbled out of bed, hundred dollar jet |
| [00:55.197] | I piss problems out, the bottle empty |
| [00:57.404] | Mama said she used to see my father in me |
| [00:59.700] | Said I was not offended |
| [01:01.495] | Press, King, Navy, Med, MIKE on the bench |
| [01:04.218] | Living life like a put a price on my head |
| [01:08.790] | Bless, this how we on it |
| [01:10.454] | If you need it and I want it, better come prepared |
| [01:12.864] | Going through it like prayers in the night sky |
| [01:15.819] | You look like a chair when you folding up |
| [01:17.964] | Hands on like a goalie with the puck, don' t need any luck |
| [01:22.813] | See the ghost of where I was, lonesome as I was |
| [01:25.479] |