| Song | fool in me |
| Artist | MIKE |
| Album | tears of joy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| 作曲 : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| [Verse] | |
| Looking through the book for an open page | |
| Feeling the soulless came, dipped, they know the way | |
| Simple, the goldest chains, I'm lit, I smoke my brains | |
| Bigger in colder days, hit, my home the rain | |
| Shit, I hold the game, grit, you soul exchanged for chips | |
| I know the way to run with more to raise, pissed | |
| They close the gates, sinners just know to pray | |
| And switch, a sober face couldn’t help you know the pain | |
| All the goals the same, me and sister cope the same | |
| A brother's floating, flame connecting when I know we breaking | |
| Glitch in my mind was waiting, this shit is all for taking | |
| Felt the body shake, silence got my dome racing | |
| What a tragic lie, it ain't time for slow pacing | |
| Zip your chatterbox, pictures of people going places | |
| Didn’t ask for lot, after pop saw me fading | |
| I had the clock racing in the ****ing snake pit |
| zuo ci : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| zuo qu : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| Verse | |
| Looking through the book for an open page | |
| Feeling the soulless came, dipped, they know the way | |
| Simple, the goldest chains, I' m lit, I smoke my brains | |
| Bigger in colder days, hit, my home the rain | |
| Shit, I hold the game, grit, you soul exchanged for chips | |
| I know the way to run with more to raise, pissed | |
| They close the gates, sinners just know to pray | |
| And switch, a sober face couldn' t help you know the pain | |
| All the goals the same, me and sister cope the same | |
| A brother' s floating, flame connecting when I know we breaking | |
| Glitch in my mind was waiting, this shit is all for taking | |
| Felt the body shake, silence got my dome racing | |
| What a tragic lie, it ain' t time for slow pacing | |
| Zip your chatterbox, pictures of people going places | |
| Didn' t ask for lot, after pop saw me fading | |
| I had the clock racing in the ing snake pit |
| zuò cí : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| zuò qǔ : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| Verse | |
| Looking through the book for an open page | |
| Feeling the soulless came, dipped, they know the way | |
| Simple, the goldest chains, I' m lit, I smoke my brains | |
| Bigger in colder days, hit, my home the rain | |
| Shit, I hold the game, grit, you soul exchanged for chips | |
| I know the way to run with more to raise, pissed | |
| They close the gates, sinners just know to pray | |
| And switch, a sober face couldn' t help you know the pain | |
| All the goals the same, me and sister cope the same | |
| A brother' s floating, flame connecting when I know we breaking | |
| Glitch in my mind was waiting, this shit is all for taking | |
| Felt the body shake, silence got my dome racing | |
| What a tragic lie, it ain' t time for slow pacing | |
| Zip your chatterbox, pictures of people going places | |
| Didn' t ask for lot, after pop saw me fading | |
| I had the clock racing in the ing snake pit |