| Song | Just About Over |
| Artist | Goodie Mob |
| Album | Still Standing |
| 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 |
| 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 |