Song | Wash Your Face In My Sink |
Artist | Dream Warriors |
Album | And Now The Legacy Begins |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gooden, Robinson, Rodwell | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
In my sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
In my sink (sink) | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
In my sink (sink) | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
Simplicity with synchronicity make a mind meld | |
Revealed if possible like a walk in a mind field | |
Sadly, you get up to bat and take a swing thing | |
Should I | |
Shouldn't I try? | |
Too late | |
You sunk into the sink that I wash my face | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
In my sink | |
Tougher | |
That's what I'm getting | |
I'm getting rougher | |
And you beat me? | |
Suffer | |
The attempt of an attempt well tried | |
Well your side tried | |
But my side will never be denied | |
Cause I'm swinging it stinging neglection | |
With an injection of truth | |
I've come to untwist the twisted youth | |
How does it feel now that I've got you all to think? | |
Yeah, and wash your face in my sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
Here I go I here I go I here I go again | |
I have a little place to send a little false friend | |
Who tried to mess me up with little negative thoughts | |
A little negative taught | |
Me to never ever leave my fame into the hands of incompetence | |
That makes sense | |
So now I change the tune for the tune allows changes | |
For you to take a breath while your brain rearranges | |
What I just spoke into a language called speech | |
You try to catch it but you just can't reach | |
For you leave a ring around the basin | |
When you wash your face in | |
In my sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
Now the basin is clean to the gleam of the eye | |
You constantly lie "when dove's cry" | |
Out that you are not about what you say | |
The image of the field you reveal and portray | |
For never ever will I fall fall to the effects of bandwagonism | |
So please listen | |
Up not down | |
For down is the devil | |
So roll like a boulder and not like a pebble | |
You roll like a rock, you roll like a rebel | |
For this is pure pain | |
Pick ax and a shovel | |
Hear no command | |
Hear just warning | |
If you wake up in the morning | |
And wash your face in my sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
Swing on the grounds of the play ground | |
The wire to the amp to improve the sound | |
I mean give me an M-I-C that is clean | |
And witness the warriors of the dream | |
For the bigger the orange | |
Is the bigger the peel | |
Thieves who steal | |
Get a wheel for real | |
A spin to infin or until I give a pardon | |
Me, I never promised you a rose garden | |
Or nourishment just punishment for a fink | |
Who thinks he can wash his face in our sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
Open up the door | |
Step across the wet floor | |
You can make it | |
You can tape it | |
This rhyme forevermore | |
Peer into the drain as the water goes down | |
Why do you frown is the end of the sound | |
But bring back the rhyme | |
For the rhyme is evaporated | |
And all of the sucker MCs | |
To the Jones is saying | |
They would | |
They could | |
They think | |
But never ever never dare try | |
To wash their face in my sin |
zuo ci : Gooden, Robinson, Rodwell | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
In my sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
In my sink sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
In my sink sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
Simplicity with synchronicity make a mind meld | |
Revealed if possible like a walk in a mind field | |
Sadly, you get up to bat and take a swing thing | |
Should I | |
Shouldn' t I try? | |
Too late | |
You sunk into the sink that I wash my face | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
In my sink | |
Tougher | |
That' s what I' m getting | |
I' m getting rougher | |
And you beat me? | |
Suffer | |
The attempt of an attempt well tried | |
Well your side tried | |
But my side will never be denied | |
Cause I' m swinging it stinging neglection | |
With an injection of truth | |
I' ve come to untwist the twisted youth | |
How does it feel now that I' ve got you all to think? | |
Yeah, and wash your face in my sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
Here I go I here I go I here I go again | |
I have a little place to send a little false friend | |
Who tried to mess me up with little negative thoughts | |
A little negative taught | |
Me to never ever leave my fame into the hands of incompetence | |
That makes sense | |
So now I change the tune for the tune allows changes | |
For you to take a breath while your brain rearranges | |
What I just spoke into a language called speech | |
You try to catch it but you just can' t reach | |
For you leave a ring around the basin | |
When you wash your face in | |
In my sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
Now the basin is clean to the gleam of the eye | |
You constantly lie " when dove' s cry" | |
Out that you are not about what you say | |
The image of the field you reveal and portray | |
For never ever will I fall fall to the effects of bandwagonism | |
So please listen | |
Up not down | |
For down is the devil | |
So roll like a boulder and not like a pebble | |
You roll like a rock, you roll like a rebel | |
For this is pure pain | |
Pick ax and a shovel | |
Hear no command | |
Hear just warning | |
If you wake up in the morning | |
And wash your face in my sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
Swing on the grounds of the play ground | |
The wire to the amp to improve the sound | |
I mean give me an MIC that is clean | |
And witness the warriors of the dream | |
For the bigger the orange | |
Is the bigger the peel | |
Thieves who steal | |
Get a wheel for real | |
A spin to infin or until I give a pardon | |
Me, I never promised you a rose garden | |
Or nourishment just punishment for a fink | |
Who thinks he can wash his face in our sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
Open up the door | |
Step across the wet floor | |
You can make it | |
You can tape it | |
This rhyme forevermore | |
Peer into the drain as the water goes down | |
Why do you frown is the end of the sound | |
But bring back the rhyme | |
For the rhyme is evaporated | |
And all of the sucker MCs | |
To the Jones is saying | |
They would | |
They could | |
They think | |
But never ever never dare try | |
To wash their face in my sin |
zuò cí : Gooden, Robinson, Rodwell | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
In my sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
In my sink sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
In my sink sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
Simplicity with synchronicity make a mind meld | |
Revealed if possible like a walk in a mind field | |
Sadly, you get up to bat and take a swing thing | |
Should I | |
Shouldn' t I try? | |
Too late | |
You sunk into the sink that I wash my face | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
In my sink | |
Tougher | |
That' s what I' m getting | |
I' m getting rougher | |
And you beat me? | |
Suffer | |
The attempt of an attempt well tried | |
Well your side tried | |
But my side will never be denied | |
Cause I' m swinging it stinging neglection | |
With an injection of truth | |
I' ve come to untwist the twisted youth | |
How does it feel now that I' ve got you all to think? | |
Yeah, and wash your face in my sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
Here I go I here I go I here I go again | |
I have a little place to send a little false friend | |
Who tried to mess me up with little negative thoughts | |
A little negative taught | |
Me to never ever leave my fame into the hands of incompetence | |
That makes sense | |
So now I change the tune for the tune allows changes | |
For you to take a breath while your brain rearranges | |
What I just spoke into a language called speech | |
You try to catch it but you just can' t reach | |
For you leave a ring around the basin | |
When you wash your face in | |
In my sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
Now the basin is clean to the gleam of the eye | |
You constantly lie " when dove' s cry" | |
Out that you are not about what you say | |
The image of the field you reveal and portray | |
For never ever will I fall fall to the effects of bandwagonism | |
So please listen | |
Up not down | |
For down is the devil | |
So roll like a boulder and not like a pebble | |
You roll like a rock, you roll like a rebel | |
For this is pure pain | |
Pick ax and a shovel | |
Hear no command | |
Hear just warning | |
If you wake up in the morning | |
And wash your face in my sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
Swing on the grounds of the play ground | |
The wire to the amp to improve the sound | |
I mean give me an MIC that is clean | |
And witness the warriors of the dream | |
For the bigger the orange | |
Is the bigger the peel | |
Thieves who steal | |
Get a wheel for real | |
A spin to infin or until I give a pardon | |
Me, I never promised you a rose garden | |
Or nourishment just punishment for a fink | |
Who thinks he can wash his face in our sink | |
You wash your face in my sink | |
Open up the door | |
Step across the wet floor | |
You can make it | |
You can tape it | |
This rhyme forevermore | |
Peer into the drain as the water goes down | |
Why do you frown is the end of the sound | |
But bring back the rhyme | |
For the rhyme is evaporated | |
And all of the sucker MCs | |
To the Jones is saying | |
They would | |
They could | |
They think | |
But never ever never dare try | |
To wash their face in my sin |