Leftfielder Lyrics
| Song | Leftfielder |
| Artist | Buck 65 |
| Album | Talkin' Honky Blues |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Buck 65, T.O.A.B. La Rone | |
| Leftfielder, living in a suitcase | |
| Comfortable shoes, photo album and toothpaste | |
| Road atlas, learning my way around | |
| Kissing the pavement, lucky cause I may have drowned | |
| Hotel notepad, three pens for five dollars | |
| Black, red and blue, recommended by scholars | |
| On foot, talking loud and telling fortunes | |
| Steadily building up an empire and selling portions | |
| Spinning plates, disappearing, walking the high wire | |
| Sawing a woman in half, on trial by fire | |
| Call me country, I'm dry as a bone | |
| Perhaps I would die if I was alone | |
| I pray to Saint Christopher and shout at the devil | |
| I made a million promises and have broken several | |
| Man of the moment, trying to get some more | |
| And you never heard it like this before | |
| Fly fisherman, don't know, don't care | |
| Straight out of the muddle of butt fudge nowhere | |
| Champion of breakfast, reverse kleptomaniac | |
| Rainy day wallflower, what did you expect | |
| Pickled beats everywhere, daily pollution | |
| Everyone's looking for a saline solution | |
| Give me a lawnmower, something made of wood | |
| Beat up contraptions that smoke when they heat up | |
| Pygmalion, big city grease monkey | |
| Maybe the most honest, probably the least funky | |
| Raccoon with rabies, backstage hermit crab | |
| Give me your Zippidily Do Da and I will turn it sad | |
| Permanent scar on a smooth face of mediocrity | |
| Just leave it up to me to rock it awkwardly | |
| Tin can evangelist, trying to make some more | |
| And you never heard it like this before |
| zuo ci : Buck 65, T. O. A. B. La Rone | |
| Leftfielder, living in a suitcase | |
| Comfortable shoes, photo album and toothpaste | |
| Road atlas, learning my way around | |
| Kissing the pavement, lucky cause I may have drowned | |
| Hotel notepad, three pens for five dollars | |
| Black, red and blue, recommended by scholars | |
| On foot, talking loud and telling fortunes | |
| Steadily building up an empire and selling portions | |
| Spinning plates, disappearing, walking the high wire | |
| Sawing a woman in half, on trial by fire | |
| Call me country, I' m dry as a bone | |
| Perhaps I would die if I was alone | |
| I pray to Saint Christopher and shout at the devil | |
| I made a million promises and have broken several | |
| Man of the moment, trying to get some more | |
| And you never heard it like this before | |
| Fly fisherman, don' t know, don' t care | |
| Straight out of the muddle of butt fudge nowhere | |
| Champion of breakfast, reverse kleptomaniac | |
| Rainy day wallflower, what did you expect | |
| Pickled beats everywhere, daily pollution | |
| Everyone' s looking for a saline solution | |
| Give me a lawnmower, something made of wood | |
| Beat up contraptions that smoke when they heat up | |
| Pygmalion, big city grease monkey | |
| Maybe the most honest, probably the least funky | |
| Raccoon with rabies, backstage hermit crab | |
| Give me your Zippidily Do Da and I will turn it sad | |
| Permanent scar on a smooth face of mediocrity | |
| Just leave it up to me to rock it awkwardly | |
| Tin can evangelist, trying to make some more | |
| And you never heard it like this before |
| zuò cí : Buck 65, T. O. A. B. La Rone | |
| Leftfielder, living in a suitcase | |
| Comfortable shoes, photo album and toothpaste | |
| Road atlas, learning my way around | |
| Kissing the pavement, lucky cause I may have drowned | |
| Hotel notepad, three pens for five dollars | |
| Black, red and blue, recommended by scholars | |
| On foot, talking loud and telling fortunes | |
| Steadily building up an empire and selling portions | |
| Spinning plates, disappearing, walking the high wire | |
| Sawing a woman in half, on trial by fire | |
| Call me country, I' m dry as a bone | |
| Perhaps I would die if I was alone | |
| I pray to Saint Christopher and shout at the devil | |
| I made a million promises and have broken several | |
| Man of the moment, trying to get some more | |
| And you never heard it like this before | |
| Fly fisherman, don' t know, don' t care | |
| Straight out of the muddle of butt fudge nowhere | |
| Champion of breakfast, reverse kleptomaniac | |
| Rainy day wallflower, what did you expect | |
| Pickled beats everywhere, daily pollution | |
| Everyone' s looking for a saline solution | |
| Give me a lawnmower, something made of wood | |
| Beat up contraptions that smoke when they heat up | |
| Pygmalion, big city grease monkey | |
| Maybe the most honest, probably the least funky | |
| Raccoon with rabies, backstage hermit crab | |
| Give me your Zippidily Do Da and I will turn it sad | |
| Permanent scar on a smooth face of mediocrity | |
| Just leave it up to me to rock it awkwardly | |
| Tin can evangelist, trying to make some more | |
| And you never heard it like this before |
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