Song | Just About Over |
Artist | Goodie Mob |
Album | Still Standing |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Willie Knighton/Cameron K-Oz Gipp/Thomas Burton/D. Brown/Robert Barnett | |
Hey, someone tell me, it's just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Someone tell me, it's just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Well I'm lonely and no one understands | |
The show has fallen, into the wrong hands | |
I am blinded, to see if all that's passed | |
To know it was possible, to be a sadist | |
I have nothin', for to give | |
I have lost my, will live | |
I lost my pride, lost my joy and now | |
I've lost my fear | |
I'd rather die because | |
I, am just that, unhappy here | |
Someone tell me, it's just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Someone tell me, it's just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
It's gettin' hard, to main street, the boulevard | |
Earth warmin', causin' the ozone to fall apart | |
Spark rebellion, | |
I'ma go to, guillotine | |
The Palestines too, divide the land right, between you | |
Seas cross, dirt road walked a lot of folks that don't talk | |
Some that thought they made it got caught | |
Slay the wicked, spirit'll soon fix it | |
It's gettin' colder | |
I wonder how much older 'fore it's all over | |
Not long, it was sad, how you killed my son | |
On the four-zero-five, changin', his flat tire | |
Suspect's a white male, lead, a possible robbery | |
Hurts my heart that we start off this year | |
Like this, players in position to make differences | |
But be, charged with rape, with all that debit | |
While you had it, to take the gushy twenties frozen this time | |
At this north south planet clinic where abortions are performed | |
From the start, | |
I see the end | |
Will we be friends in the end | |
Took you with me, solo creeps | |
Never wakin' lay next to me sleep | |
Hate to use you, don't abuse you | |
I won't lose you, fought to keep you | |
Dyin' to meet you, confrontation | |
Tainted thought, of me letin' you step to | |
I got caught, messin' up again | |
I just can't win, tryin' not to sin | |
When crackin' the gin, makin' fat distends | |
In a time we need to be sober | |
On my way to | |
Georgia, headed back to | |
FloridaWith the | |
Jimmy called peanuts, mind | |
In O, headed to a show | |
Gone with the strong, up out the do', now | |
Someone tell me, it's just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Someone tell me, it's just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Someone tell me, it's just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Someone tell me, it's just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Over, over, over, over | |
Over, over, over, over |
zuo qu : Willie Knighton Cameron KOz Gipp Thomas Burton D. Brown Robert Barnett | |
Hey, someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Well I' m lonely and no one understands | |
The show has fallen, into the wrong hands | |
I am blinded, to see if all that' s passed | |
To know it was possible, to be a sadist | |
I have nothin', for to give | |
I have lost my, will live | |
I lost my pride, lost my joy and now | |
I' ve lost my fear | |
I' d rather die because | |
I, am just that, unhappy here | |
Someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
It' s gettin' hard, to main street, the boulevard | |
Earth warmin', causin' the ozone to fall apart | |
Spark rebellion, | |
I' ma go to, guillotine | |
The Palestines too, divide the land right, between you | |
Seas cross, dirt road walked a lot of folks that don' t talk | |
Some that thought they made it got caught | |
Slay the wicked, spirit' ll soon fix it | |
It' s gettin' colder | |
I wonder how much older ' fore it' s all over | |
Not long, it was sad, how you killed my son | |
On the fourzerofive, changin', his flat tire | |
Suspect' s a white male, lead, a possible robbery | |
Hurts my heart that we start off this year | |
Like this, players in position to make differences | |
But be, charged with rape, with all that debit | |
While you had it, to take the gushy twenties frozen this time | |
At this north south planet clinic where abortions are performed | |
From the start, | |
I see the end | |
Will we be friends in the end | |
Took you with me, solo creeps | |
Never wakin' lay next to me sleep | |
Hate to use you, don' t abuse you | |
I won' t lose you, fought to keep you | |
Dyin' to meet you, confrontation | |
Tainted thought, of me letin' you step to | |
I got caught, messin' up again | |
I just can' t win, tryin' not to sin | |
When crackin' the gin, makin' fat distends | |
In a time we need to be sober | |
On my way to | |
Georgia, headed back to | |
FloridaWith the | |
Jimmy called peanuts, mind | |
In O, headed to a show | |
Gone with the strong, up out the do', now | |
Someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Over, over, over, over | |
Over, over, over, over |
zuò qǔ : Willie Knighton Cameron KOz Gipp Thomas Burton D. Brown Robert Barnett | |
Hey, someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Well I' m lonely and no one understands | |
The show has fallen, into the wrong hands | |
I am blinded, to see if all that' s passed | |
To know it was possible, to be a sadist | |
I have nothin', for to give | |
I have lost my, will live | |
I lost my pride, lost my joy and now | |
I' ve lost my fear | |
I' d rather die because | |
I, am just that, unhappy here | |
Someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
It' s gettin' hard, to main street, the boulevard | |
Earth warmin', causin' the ozone to fall apart | |
Spark rebellion, | |
I' ma go to, guillotine | |
The Palestines too, divide the land right, between you | |
Seas cross, dirt road walked a lot of folks that don' t talk | |
Some that thought they made it got caught | |
Slay the wicked, spirit' ll soon fix it | |
It' s gettin' colder | |
I wonder how much older ' fore it' s all over | |
Not long, it was sad, how you killed my son | |
On the fourzerofive, changin', his flat tire | |
Suspect' s a white male, lead, a possible robbery | |
Hurts my heart that we start off this year | |
Like this, players in position to make differences | |
But be, charged with rape, with all that debit | |
While you had it, to take the gushy twenties frozen this time | |
At this north south planet clinic where abortions are performed | |
From the start, | |
I see the end | |
Will we be friends in the end | |
Took you with me, solo creeps | |
Never wakin' lay next to me sleep | |
Hate to use you, don' t abuse you | |
I won' t lose you, fought to keep you | |
Dyin' to meet you, confrontation | |
Tainted thought, of me letin' you step to | |
I got caught, messin' up again | |
I just can' t win, tryin' not to sin | |
When crackin' the gin, makin' fat distends | |
In a time we need to be sober | |
On my way to | |
Georgia, headed back to | |
FloridaWith the | |
Jimmy called peanuts, mind | |
In O, headed to a show | |
Gone with the strong, up out the do', now | |
Someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Someone tell me, it' s just about over | |
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
Over, over, over, over | |
Over, over, over, over |