Song | Lose In The End |
Artist | Casual |
Album | Fear Itself |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Owens, Siguenza | |
How'd i get here, | |
Dwell through the hauls of all this confusion | |
Usin' my tactics to stay alive, | |
Wait astride when they try to get ya, | |
Pretend they the bomb and they gonna get with ya. | |
Run get away wouldn't care to stay and try, | |
A peace ralley's not a place to die. | |
Flee the park peoples pigs is comin' | |
Your already homeless | |
But they want ya gone in less then three, | |
Eat away the p-o-l-i-c-e, and i see the billy club. | |
He'd really love to hit me or get me | |
But my 3-5-7 is wit me. | |
Ain't goin' out i ain't, | |
I'd rather paint chalk around a pig then a brother who's dark. | |
I never ever walk streets lonely, | |
I always gotta have my millimeter on me. | |
To kill or beat a bald bill or ted officer, | |
Lootin' so you shootin' and ya go off with tha trigger, | |
So ya figure | |
You need to dig her. | |
Nigga of some brown but it ain't happenin'. | |
[bridge]3x | |
Didn't wanna cap him cause i knew it wasn't wise, | |
Realized that my plan b was comin'. | |
I need a concoction to block men and auction off them | |
Just like they did us in dock ten, | |
So now i stalkin' walkin' with myself, | |
And plus tajai's swiss knife from off the shelf. | |
To shake the likes of black abusers. | |
And use a can opener, to open ya, | |
Skin and then dig in and twist and turn, | |
And salt, | |
Burn! | |
Left him cryin' that i'll never get away. | |
I always get away, | |
I always get away. | |
Retreat and bag off, | |
Call a-plus he must know that i'm about to fag off. | |
Tell him he sager, | |
Inhale when i heard the word was abandonin' me, | |
My plan would be crumbled. | |
I tumble down in tears, | |
Pressured by the cops and neglected by my peers. | |
But now i gotta go on all i know, | |
Phuck it i'm a call a ho. | |
[bridge]3x | |
The spot i'm hidin' in is not tight, | |
B-p-d see me | |
Spotlight. | |
I gotta get movin' | |
Hopin' fences, droppin' senseless men | |
Who try to stop me on my way. | |
They in pursuit of a cute kinda demanded, | |
Man and then away the fly guys landin', | |
And then they gon get buck-ba-bo-bo. | |
Buckshots and a lugged gun used up, | |
Who's up next? | |
No one. | |
I go run the whole one, | |
Hopped in, stopped when. | |
I noticed that the quote is from good times. . . | |
I'm the man. | |
There goes the brothers who bit ooh goody, | |
They got em surrounded description blue hoody. | |
That's what happens when ya wanna wear your apparel like mine. | |
. . . | |
Couldn't figure it out?? | |
Ya lose in the end!! |
zuo qu : Owens, Siguenza | |
How' d i get here, | |
Dwell through the hauls of all this confusion | |
Usin' my tactics to stay alive, | |
Wait astride when they try to get ya, | |
Pretend they the bomb and they gonna get with ya. | |
Run get away wouldn' t care to stay and try, | |
A peace ralley' s not a place to die. | |
Flee the park peoples pigs is comin' | |
Your already homeless | |
But they want ya gone in less then three, | |
Eat away the police, and i see the billy club. | |
He' d really love to hit me or get me | |
But my 357 is wit me. | |
Ain' t goin' out i ain' t, | |
I' d rather paint chalk around a pig then a brother who' s dark. | |
I never ever walk streets lonely, | |
I always gotta have my millimeter on me. | |
To kill or beat a bald bill or ted officer, | |
Lootin' so you shootin' and ya go off with tha trigger, | |
So ya figure | |
You need to dig her. | |
Nigga of some brown but it ain' t happenin'. | |
bridge 3x | |
Didn' t wanna cap him cause i knew it wasn' t wise, | |
Realized that my plan b was comin'. | |
I need a concoction to block men and auction off them | |
Just like they did us in dock ten, | |
So now i stalkin' walkin' with myself, | |
And plus tajai' s swiss knife from off the shelf. | |
To shake the likes of black abusers. | |
And use a can opener, to open ya, | |
Skin and then dig in and twist and turn, | |
And salt, | |
Burn! | |
Left him cryin' that i' ll never get away. | |
I always get away, | |
I always get away. | |
Retreat and bag off, | |
Call aplus he must know that i' m about to fag off. | |
Tell him he sager, | |
Inhale when i heard the word was abandonin' me, | |
My plan would be crumbled. | |
I tumble down in tears, | |
Pressured by the cops and neglected by my peers. | |
But now i gotta go on all i know, | |
Phuck it i' m a call a ho. | |
bridge 3x | |
The spot i' m hidin' in is not tight, | |
Bpd see me | |
Spotlight. | |
I gotta get movin' | |
Hopin' fences, droppin' senseless men | |
Who try to stop me on my way. | |
They in pursuit of a cute kinda demanded, | |
Man and then away the fly guys landin', | |
And then they gon get buckbabobo. | |
Buckshots and a lugged gun used up, | |
Who' s up next? | |
No one. | |
I go run the whole one, | |
Hopped in, stopped when. | |
I noticed that the quote is from good times. . . | |
I' m the man. | |
There goes the brothers who bit ooh goody, | |
They got em surrounded description blue hoody. | |
That' s what happens when ya wanna wear your apparel like mine. | |
. . . | |
Couldn' t figure it out?? | |
Ya lose in the end!! |
zuò qǔ : Owens, Siguenza | |
How' d i get here, | |
Dwell through the hauls of all this confusion | |
Usin' my tactics to stay alive, | |
Wait astride when they try to get ya, | |
Pretend they the bomb and they gonna get with ya. | |
Run get away wouldn' t care to stay and try, | |
A peace ralley' s not a place to die. | |
Flee the park peoples pigs is comin' | |
Your already homeless | |
But they want ya gone in less then three, | |
Eat away the police, and i see the billy club. | |
He' d really love to hit me or get me | |
But my 357 is wit me. | |
Ain' t goin' out i ain' t, | |
I' d rather paint chalk around a pig then a brother who' s dark. | |
I never ever walk streets lonely, | |
I always gotta have my millimeter on me. | |
To kill or beat a bald bill or ted officer, | |
Lootin' so you shootin' and ya go off with tha trigger, | |
So ya figure | |
You need to dig her. | |
Nigga of some brown but it ain' t happenin'. | |
bridge 3x | |
Didn' t wanna cap him cause i knew it wasn' t wise, | |
Realized that my plan b was comin'. | |
I need a concoction to block men and auction off them | |
Just like they did us in dock ten, | |
So now i stalkin' walkin' with myself, | |
And plus tajai' s swiss knife from off the shelf. | |
To shake the likes of black abusers. | |
And use a can opener, to open ya, | |
Skin and then dig in and twist and turn, | |
And salt, | |
Burn! | |
Left him cryin' that i' ll never get away. | |
I always get away, | |
I always get away. | |
Retreat and bag off, | |
Call aplus he must know that i' m about to fag off. | |
Tell him he sager, | |
Inhale when i heard the word was abandonin' me, | |
My plan would be crumbled. | |
I tumble down in tears, | |
Pressured by the cops and neglected by my peers. | |
But now i gotta go on all i know, | |
Phuck it i' m a call a ho. | |
bridge 3x | |
The spot i' m hidin' in is not tight, | |
Bpd see me | |
Spotlight. | |
I gotta get movin' | |
Hopin' fences, droppin' senseless men | |
Who try to stop me on my way. | |
They in pursuit of a cute kinda demanded, | |
Man and then away the fly guys landin', | |
And then they gon get buckbabobo. | |
Buckshots and a lugged gun used up, | |
Who' s up next? | |
No one. | |
I go run the whole one, | |
Hopped in, stopped when. | |
I noticed that the quote is from good times. . . | |
I' m the man. | |
There goes the brothers who bit ooh goody, | |
They got em surrounded description blue hoody. | |
That' s what happens when ya wanna wear your apparel like mine. | |
. . . | |
Couldn' t figure it out?? | |
Ya lose in the end!! |