Song | Style I Bring (Clean Album Version) - Clean Album Version |
Artist | Northern State |
Album | All City (Clean) |
作曲 : Muggerud, Northern State | |
Service and devotion, I motion to continue | |
With the style I bring you-the style I bring you | |
In the Hotel California and they're turning down the beds | |
And I came to spread love to the west coast heads | |
Love letters to Brooklyn from the Hollywood Hills | |
No frills, a thrill seeker seeking real cheap thrills | |
Like rain crying into a reservoir | |
Come out, come out wherever you are | |
I said come out, come out wherever you are | |
To all the MC's/to the gay MC's (but they grow orange trees in LA) | |
To the hearts of gold | |
NYC seasons change, summers fold | |
And I know I'm geeting old | |
Service and devotion, I motion to continue | |
With the style I bring you-the style I bring you | |
We're driving round, our feet are flying over the ground | |
No time to sleep | |
I'm writing rhymes and you're counting sheep | |
From the east coast to the west coast | |
There is always one ghost-hiding in your dreams and lurking unbeknowst | |
Asking what are you afraid of-why you have the chills? | |
Said we rock the bottom of the valleys to the top of the hills | |
Now you're paying close attenion to all of our verses | |
Said you're learning all the words and counting all of the curses | |
And I don't know where I'mm going cause I can't seem to see | |
Beyond tomorrow through the haze, through the cloouds how it'll be | |
And the past is nothing but a memory to me | |
Service and devotion, I motion to continue | |
With the style I bring you-the style I bring you | |
Towering and cowering and tumbling and falling | |
my telephone keeps ringing but I said to stop calling me | |
My head is filled with cotton, now it's soaked up in the years | |
And it's soaked in the tears and the fears and the beers | |
Everyday I be rotting up in urban decay | |
You know i'm headed to the Betty said this girl in the worst way | |
Insanity and vanity, I'm giving into sin i said | |
"Oh the humanity" and pass another valium | |
And Muggs not drugs-hugs and french kisses | |
I'm that crasy b*tch who flips all of the switches | |
Oh boy-listen to me When I say hop that plane | |
cuz you've got nothing to lose | |
And everything, everything, eveerything to gain | |
Service and devotion, I motion to continue | |
With the style I bring you-the style I bring you |
zuò qǔ : Muggerud, Northern State | |
Service and devotion, I motion to continue | |
With the style I bring youthe style I bring you | |
In the Hotel California and they' re turning down the beds | |
And I came to spread love to the west coast heads | |
Love letters to Brooklyn from the Hollywood Hills | |
No frills, a thrill seeker seeking real cheap thrills | |
Like rain crying into a reservoir | |
Come out, come out wherever you are | |
I said come out, come out wherever you are | |
To all the MC' s to the gay MC' s but they grow orange trees in LA | |
To the hearts of gold | |
NYC seasons change, summers fold | |
And I know I' m geeting old | |
Service and devotion, I motion to continue | |
With the style I bring youthe style I bring you | |
We' re driving round, our feet are flying over the ground | |
No time to sleep | |
I' m writing rhymes and you' re counting sheep | |
From the east coast to the west coast | |
There is always one ghosthiding in your dreams and lurking unbeknowst | |
Asking what are you afraid ofwhy you have the chills? | |
Said we rock the bottom of the valleys to the top of the hills | |
Now you' re paying close attenion to all of our verses | |
Said you' re learning all the words and counting all of the curses | |
And I don' t know where I' mm going cause I can' t seem to see | |
Beyond tomorrow through the haze, through the cloouds how it' ll be | |
And the past is nothing but a memory to me | |
Service and devotion, I motion to continue | |
With the style I bring youthe style I bring you | |
Towering and cowering and tumbling and falling | |
my telephone keeps ringing but I said to stop calling me | |
My head is filled with cotton, now it' s soaked up in the years | |
And it' s soaked in the tears and the fears and the beers | |
Everyday I be rotting up in urban decay | |
You know i' m headed to the Betty said this girl in the worst way | |
Insanity and vanity, I' m giving into sin i said | |
" Oh the humanity" and pass another valium | |
And Muggs not drugshugs and french kisses | |
I' m that crasy b tch who flips all of the switches | |
Oh boylisten to me When I say hop that plane | |
cuz you' ve got nothing to lose | |
And everything, everything, eveerything to gain | |
Service and devotion, I motion to continue | |
With the style I bring youthe style I bring you |