Surrender To Strangeness Lyrics
| Song | Surrender To Strangeness |
| Artist | Buck 65 |
| Album | Secret House Against The World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| Fightin' with the neighbours and screwin' the wife | |
| Hip hop music ruined my life | |
| I bitch and I moan, I lie and I cheat | |
| Waiting for the night when I die in my sleep | |
| I listen to the jukebox and sit by the bar | |
| Taking care of a dog that got hit by a car | |
| Praying for salvation, needing a miracle | |
| Drowning in new music and reading material | |
| Shoe laces untied, telling people I'm rich | |
| Who can't tell the difference between real art and high kitch | |
| Mouth like a broken bottle, crooked and bottomless | |
| Half wolf, half crow, half hippopotamus | |
| Sturdy as a paper bag, as well, my face is flawed | |
| But keeping the fire going by the grace of God | |
| And I'm loathe to think that we missed our chance | |
| To find a way out of this downward dance | |
| We got it all wrong | |
| Singing a song with a rock in my mouth | |
| Nobody knows what I'm talking about | |
| Lost without a marketing plan and a stylist | |
| Here comes the vilest nihilist finalist | |
| Once and for all, barbed wire and rope | |
| The most beautiful woman is strung out on dope | |
| Slowly the music, died, died, died | |
| Three white horses side by side | |
| Last change to change, you better hurry, quick | |
| Laying in a bed, wide awake and I'm worried sick | |
| Completely out-foxed, I hide from the phone | |
| And I swear this pen has a mind of its own | |
| Jaws that go through solid steel, a clenched fist | |
| A breath of fresh air for once and a French kiss | |
| The weight of the world and collapsable me | |
| I'm talking about trouble with a capital T | |
| We got it all wrong |
| zuo ci : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| Fightin' with the neighbours and screwin' the wife | |
| Hip hop music ruined my life | |
| I bitch and I moan, I lie and I cheat | |
| Waiting for the night when I die in my sleep | |
| I listen to the jukebox and sit by the bar | |
| Taking care of a dog that got hit by a car | |
| Praying for salvation, needing a miracle | |
| Drowning in new music and reading material | |
| Shoe laces untied, telling people I' m rich | |
| Who can' t tell the difference between real art and high kitch | |
| Mouth like a broken bottle, crooked and bottomless | |
| Half wolf, half crow, half hippopotamus | |
| Sturdy as a paper bag, as well, my face is flawed | |
| But keeping the fire going by the grace of God | |
| And I' m loathe to think that we missed our chance | |
| To find a way out of this downward dance | |
| We got it all wrong | |
| Singing a song with a rock in my mouth | |
| Nobody knows what I' m talking about | |
| Lost without a marketing plan and a stylist | |
| Here comes the vilest nihilist finalist | |
| Once and for all, barbed wire and rope | |
| The most beautiful woman is strung out on dope | |
| Slowly the music, died, died, died | |
| Three white horses side by side | |
| Last change to change, you better hurry, quick | |
| Laying in a bed, wide awake and I' m worried sick | |
| Completely outfoxed, I hide from the phone | |
| And I swear this pen has a mind of its own | |
| Jaws that go through solid steel, a clenched fist | |
| A breath of fresh air for once and a French kiss | |
| The weight of the world and collapsable me | |
| I' m talking about trouble with a capital T | |
| We got it all wrong |
| zuò cí : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| Fightin' with the neighbours and screwin' the wife | |
| Hip hop music ruined my life | |
| I bitch and I moan, I lie and I cheat | |
| Waiting for the night when I die in my sleep | |
| I listen to the jukebox and sit by the bar | |
| Taking care of a dog that got hit by a car | |
| Praying for salvation, needing a miracle | |
| Drowning in new music and reading material | |
| Shoe laces untied, telling people I' m rich | |
| Who can' t tell the difference between real art and high kitch | |
| Mouth like a broken bottle, crooked and bottomless | |
| Half wolf, half crow, half hippopotamus | |
| Sturdy as a paper bag, as well, my face is flawed | |
| But keeping the fire going by the grace of God | |
| And I' m loathe to think that we missed our chance | |
| To find a way out of this downward dance | |
| We got it all wrong | |
| Singing a song with a rock in my mouth | |
| Nobody knows what I' m talking about | |
| Lost without a marketing plan and a stylist | |
| Here comes the vilest nihilist finalist | |
| Once and for all, barbed wire and rope | |
| The most beautiful woman is strung out on dope | |
| Slowly the music, died, died, died | |
| Three white horses side by side | |
| Last change to change, you better hurry, quick | |
| Laying in a bed, wide awake and I' m worried sick | |
| Completely outfoxed, I hide from the phone | |
| And I swear this pen has a mind of its own | |
| Jaws that go through solid steel, a clenched fist | |
| A breath of fresh air for once and a French kiss | |
| The weight of the world and collapsable me | |
| I' m talking about trouble with a capital T | |
| We got it all wrong |
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