This Ain't Living Lyrics
| Song | This Ain't Living |
| Artist | G. Love & Special Sauce |
| Album | G. Love And Special Sauce |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : G. Love, Jasper | |
| This town's so hype it's got sould | |
| As a philly cat | |
| I'm with the roll | |
| And the swing of my things | |
| How they work like clockwork | |
| Tick tock tick tock | |
| Times always lurking in your head | |
| Got to go to work and get fed | |
| That man didn't eat but he goes to sleep | |
| Gets up at dawn not to see the sunrise | |
| But because it's too damn cold outside | |
| Underneat the bridge they punp the city's bilge | |
| Into the alley they sweep the city's filth | |
| The flowers wilt the flowers wilt | |
| Don't tell me about no game | |
| Cause that is a man | |
| And his family | |
| Revolution family | |
| Look at the family | |
| Dig the family | |
| They're living the wrong way | |
| Can't get nothing | |
| Don't get nothing all they wanted was | |
| Something like a job - mercy mercy | |
| But its robbed - mercy mercy | |
| And there's so many street side | |
| Beggars and disabled veterans | |
| Glass-eyed and peddling | |
| Drunk and just meddling | |
| So you conclude it's their fault | |
| They like the street they must like the asphalt | |
| But that is man woman and children | |
| The system has stalled shelter's home | |
| That's not what i call it | |
| I call it bad health | |
| Some say help themselves | |
| Yo if you you gots it | |
| Every hundred people a dollar in change | |
| Every hundred people a dollar in change | |
| This ain't living | |
| This ain't living | |
| Oh no | |
| You know it's rough, had enough of holding a | |
| Cup full of spare change | |
| The doctor diagnosed me as a | |
| Dome full of bad brains | |
| So, toe to toe with employers | |
| Cause they're telling me no | |
| Hooked on prescription drugs | |
| So i stay broke, i'd run away | |
| But you can't run away from | |
| Yourself or your health so | |
| I deal with the cards that i'm dealt | |
| Tweet-a-leet-leet | |
| The morning bird sounding sweet | |
| Though i sleep on the streets | |
| I have a feeling i'm free | |
| From society's hand picked hypocrisy | |
| Mercy mercy don't give a damn for me | |
| Mercy mercy now what am i going to eat | |
| Peek through the windows of the restaurant | |
| People eating caviar fifty bucks on lunch | |
| A hand-me-down meal | |
| Full of god knows what | |
| Put it away in my gut | |
| Quick and then i wonder | |
| Why i'm sick, brick for brick | |
| I know the city like my hand print | |
| Just a pit in the gutter | |
| Of a skid-row ditch | |
| But i'll survive the pain | |
| Let me know i'm alive | |
| But i still feel that | |
| This ain't living | |
| Check my beat dig they rhythm | |
| Me belly full but me hungry so i fill it | |
| Once i start gaining taxes start taking | |
| Cause the governments perfected funk faking | |
| Breaking me down striking me down | |
| What goes around comes around but | |
| I keep rising seeing through the lies and | |
| The surprise comes when i see myself | |
| The music i felt | |
| I'm on | |
| This ain't living | |
| This ain't living | |
| Oh no |
| zuo ci : G. Love, Jasper | |
| This town' s so hype it' s got sould | |
| As a philly cat | |
| I' m with the roll | |
| And the swing of my things | |
| How they work like clockwork | |
| Tick tock tick tock | |
| Times always lurking in your head | |
| Got to go to work and get fed | |
| That man didn' t eat but he goes to sleep | |
| Gets up at dawn not to see the sunrise | |
| But because it' s too damn cold outside | |
| Underneat the bridge they punp the city' s bilge | |
| Into the alley they sweep the city' s filth | |
| The flowers wilt the flowers wilt | |
| Don' t tell me about no game | |
| Cause that is a man | |
| And his family | |
| Revolution family | |
| Look at the family | |
| Dig the family | |
| They' re living the wrong way | |
| Can' t get nothing | |
| Don' t get nothing all they wanted was | |
| Something like a job mercy mercy | |
| But its robbed mercy mercy | |
| And there' s so many street side | |
| Beggars and disabled veterans | |
| Glasseyed and peddling | |
| Drunk and just meddling | |
| So you conclude it' s their fault | |
| They like the street they must like the asphalt | |
| But that is man woman and children | |
| The system has stalled shelter' s home | |
| That' s not what i call it | |
| I call it bad health | |
| Some say help themselves | |
| Yo if you you gots it | |
| Every hundred people a dollar in change | |
| Every hundred people a dollar in change | |
| This ain' t living | |
| This ain' t living | |
| Oh no | |
| You know it' s rough, had enough of holding a | |
| Cup full of spare change | |
| The doctor diagnosed me as a | |
| Dome full of bad brains | |
| So, toe to toe with employers | |
| Cause they' re telling me no | |
| Hooked on prescription drugs | |
| So i stay broke, i' d run away | |
| But you can' t run away from | |
| Yourself or your health so | |
| I deal with the cards that i' m dealt | |
| Tweetaleetleet | |
| The morning bird sounding sweet | |
| Though i sleep on the streets | |
| I have a feeling i' m free | |
| From society' s hand picked hypocrisy | |
| Mercy mercy don' t give a damn for me | |
| Mercy mercy now what am i going to eat | |
| Peek through the windows of the restaurant | |
| People eating caviar fifty bucks on lunch | |
| A handmedown meal | |
| Full of god knows what | |
| Put it away in my gut | |
| Quick and then i wonder | |
| Why i' m sick, brick for brick | |
| I know the city like my hand print | |
| Just a pit in the gutter | |
| Of a skidrow ditch | |
| But i' ll survive the pain | |
| Let me know i' m alive | |
| But i still feel that | |
| This ain' t living | |
| Check my beat dig they rhythm | |
| Me belly full but me hungry so i fill it | |
| Once i start gaining taxes start taking | |
| Cause the governments perfected funk faking | |
| Breaking me down striking me down | |
| What goes around comes around but | |
| I keep rising seeing through the lies and | |
| The surprise comes when i see myself | |
| The music i felt | |
| I' m on | |
| This ain' t living | |
| This ain' t living | |
| Oh no |
| zuò cí : G. Love, Jasper | |
| This town' s so hype it' s got sould | |
| As a philly cat | |
| I' m with the roll | |
| And the swing of my things | |
| How they work like clockwork | |
| Tick tock tick tock | |
| Times always lurking in your head | |
| Got to go to work and get fed | |
| That man didn' t eat but he goes to sleep | |
| Gets up at dawn not to see the sunrise | |
| But because it' s too damn cold outside | |
| Underneat the bridge they punp the city' s bilge | |
| Into the alley they sweep the city' s filth | |
| The flowers wilt the flowers wilt | |
| Don' t tell me about no game | |
| Cause that is a man | |
| And his family | |
| Revolution family | |
| Look at the family | |
| Dig the family | |
| They' re living the wrong way | |
| Can' t get nothing | |
| Don' t get nothing all they wanted was | |
| Something like a job mercy mercy | |
| But its robbed mercy mercy | |
| And there' s so many street side | |
| Beggars and disabled veterans | |
| Glasseyed and peddling | |
| Drunk and just meddling | |
| So you conclude it' s their fault | |
| They like the street they must like the asphalt | |
| But that is man woman and children | |
| The system has stalled shelter' s home | |
| That' s not what i call it | |
| I call it bad health | |
| Some say help themselves | |
| Yo if you you gots it | |
| Every hundred people a dollar in change | |
| Every hundred people a dollar in change | |
| This ain' t living | |
| This ain' t living | |
| Oh no | |
| You know it' s rough, had enough of holding a | |
| Cup full of spare change | |
| The doctor diagnosed me as a | |
| Dome full of bad brains | |
| So, toe to toe with employers | |
| Cause they' re telling me no | |
| Hooked on prescription drugs | |
| So i stay broke, i' d run away | |
| But you can' t run away from | |
| Yourself or your health so | |
| I deal with the cards that i' m dealt | |
| Tweetaleetleet | |
| The morning bird sounding sweet | |
| Though i sleep on the streets | |
| I have a feeling i' m free | |
| From society' s hand picked hypocrisy | |
| Mercy mercy don' t give a damn for me | |
| Mercy mercy now what am i going to eat | |
| Peek through the windows of the restaurant | |
| People eating caviar fifty bucks on lunch | |
| A handmedown meal | |
| Full of god knows what | |
| Put it away in my gut | |
| Quick and then i wonder | |
| Why i' m sick, brick for brick | |
| I know the city like my hand print | |
| Just a pit in the gutter | |
| Of a skidrow ditch | |
| But i' ll survive the pain | |
| Let me know i' m alive | |
| But i still feel that | |
| This ain' t living | |
| Check my beat dig they rhythm | |
| Me belly full but me hungry so i fill it | |
| Once i start gaining taxes start taking | |
| Cause the governments perfected funk faking | |
| Breaking me down striking me down | |
| What goes around comes around but | |
| I keep rising seeing through the lies and | |
| The surprise comes when i see myself | |
| The music i felt | |
| I' m on | |
| This ain' t living | |
| This ain' t living | |
| Oh no |
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