作曲 : Sister Bliss/Rollo/Maxi Jazz | |
Oh, smack, there goes my baseball cap I'm on the floor, | |
I think I took a burse to my jaw, | |
Jumped me from behind at least three, maybe four, | |
I never see my hat no more. | |
Oh, smash. There goes my baseball cap, | |
It's gone, gone, gone, gone, | |
I can't get it back. | |
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, | |
It's gone, gone, gone, gone, | |
I can't get it back. | |
14 years old and hard to the core, | |
I'm walking home making plans for war, | |
My hands was cut, my uncle says 'what's up?' | |
Let me guess, your clothes are in a mess, you're in distress, | |
Sit down, take five and let me look at your knees, | |
Your still alive son, please take it easy | |
Sometimes you have to let the world know you're not bluffing, | |
But enough is enough, don't loose your life over nothing, | |
Scuffling in the street is no way to die, | |
And I don't want to have to meet your mama's eye, | |
So try and listen hard before you fall into the trap | |
Of making war over a baseball cap. | |
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, | |
It's gone, gone, gone, gone, | |
I can't get it back. | |
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, | |
It's gone, gone, gone, gone, | |
I can't get it back. |
zuo qu : Sister Bliss Rollo Maxi Jazz | |
Oh, smack, there goes my baseball cap I' m on the floor, | |
I think I took a burse to my jaw, | |
Jumped me from behind at least three, maybe four, | |
I never see my hat no more. | |
Oh, smash. There goes my baseball cap, | |
It' s gone, gone, gone, gone, | |
I can' t get it back. | |
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, | |
It' s gone, gone, gone, gone, | |
I can' t get it back. | |
14 years old and hard to the core, | |
I' m walking home making plans for war, | |
My hands was cut, my uncle says ' what' s up?' | |
Let me guess, your clothes are in a mess, you' re in distress, | |
Sit down, take five and let me look at your knees, | |
Your still alive son, please take it easy | |
Sometimes you have to let the world know you' re not bluffing, | |
But enough is enough, don' t loose your life over nothing, | |
Scuffling in the street is no way to die, | |
And I don' t want to have to meet your mama' s eye, | |
So try and listen hard before you fall into the trap | |
Of making war over a baseball cap. | |
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, | |
It' s gone, gone, gone, gone, | |
I can' t get it back. | |
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, | |
It' s gone, gone, gone, gone, | |
I can' t get it back. |
zuò qǔ : Sister Bliss Rollo Maxi Jazz | |
Oh, smack, there goes my baseball cap I' m on the floor, | |
I think I took a burse to my jaw, | |
Jumped me from behind at least three, maybe four, | |
I never see my hat no more. | |
Oh, smash. There goes my baseball cap, | |
It' s gone, gone, gone, gone, | |
I can' t get it back. | |
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, | |
It' s gone, gone, gone, gone, | |
I can' t get it back. | |
14 years old and hard to the core, | |
I' m walking home making plans for war, | |
My hands was cut, my uncle says ' what' s up?' | |
Let me guess, your clothes are in a mess, you' re in distress, | |
Sit down, take five and let me look at your knees, | |
Your still alive son, please take it easy | |
Sometimes you have to let the world know you' re not bluffing, | |
But enough is enough, don' t loose your life over nothing, | |
Scuffling in the street is no way to die, | |
And I don' t want to have to meet your mama' s eye, | |
So try and listen hard before you fall into the trap | |
Of making war over a baseball cap. | |
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, | |
It' s gone, gone, gone, gone, | |
I can' t get it back. | |
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, | |
It' s gone, gone, gone, gone, | |
I can' t get it back. |