| Song | Story 7 |
| Artist | Clipping. |
| Album | There Existed an Addiction to Blood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Daveed Diggs/Jonathan Snipes/William Hutson |
| [00:00.095] | 作曲 : Daveed Diggs/Jonathan Snipes/William Hutson |
| [00:00.190] | Kimberly couldn't believe what she was seeing |
| [00:02.100] | Video was grainy but she could make out his face |
| [00:04.350] | It clearly had to be Steve |
| [00:05.540] | Hadn't seen him in maybe, what? |
| [00:07.010] | It couldn't be more than a couple days |
| [00:08.530] | Who was this bitch on her knees? |
| [00:09.860] | She was not even pretty, **** |
| [00:11.150] | He better not still be up in her place |
| [00:12.850] | She fishing 'round for her keys |
| [00:14.200] | Check the lock, it is broken in |
| [00:15.260] | Impatiently, a scowl on her face |
| [00:17.000] | Kimberly opens the door |
| [00:18.490] | She wasn't ready, drops the keys |
| [00:19.860] | Drops to the ground and tries to catch her breath |
| [00:21.480] | Steve was still there on the floor |
| [00:22.770] | What was left of him, gnarled bone |
| [00:24.120] | The body parts are piled in a mess |
| [00:25.820] | How easily she ignored |
| [00:27.170] | All of the scratches, could be nails or could be teeth |
| [00:28.860] | Certainly not a knife |
| [00:30.040] | She should have looked at the floor |
| [00:31.460] | Follow blood to the window sill |
| [00:32.810] | Where it went up and out into the night |
| [00:34.160] | Cynthia strolling through the moonlight |
| [00:36.580] | Casually wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth |
| [00:38.560] | Cynthia knew Steve wouldn't do right |
| [00:40.650] | From the moment when he had said that he wouldn't eat her out |
| [00:42.930] | Cynthia singing on a blue night |
| [00:44.840] | Temporarily satisfied but she knew that wouldn't last |
| [00:47.100] | Cynthia steps into the Brew Right |
| [00:49.280] | Thirsty for a drink and to find someone to help hours pass |
| [00:51.240] | After Randy had sent the photos |
| [00:52.990] | He decided that he had just earned a drink |
| [00:54.830] | Shit, he's celebrating the end of a horrible case |
| [00:57.580] | He never had to see that woman Kimberly ever again |
| [01:00.210] | He thinks, shit, he had completed the task that was simple enough |
| [01:03.360] | She knew her man was cheating like they always do |
| [01:05.550] | She only needed proof |
| [01:06.860] | So he got to tailing the brown Chevrolet |
| [01:09.020] | And he'll say this for Steve, he knew what he was doing |
| [01:10.850] | So good that he almost got away with all of his bullshit |
| [01:13.630] | But Randy wouldn't get paid, and let's face it |
| [01:16.020] | He needed every dollar that this little job could make |
| [01:18.440] | The bookies were calling with more regularity |
| [01:21.100] | He would rather keep his kneecaps still unbroken |
| [01:23.200] | Thank you, if it's all the same, shit |
| [01:25.010] | Nothing had changed, he was the definition of in a rut |
| [01:27.520] | Anyway, job well done, he saunters on into the Brew Right pub |
| [01:30.430] | The spot pretty jumpin', he spies a seat at the bar |
| [01:33.490] | Orders the scotch and then feels a gentle hand on his back |
| [01:35.880] | And he turns to meet the eyes of a woman |
| [01:37.970] | Who tells him her name is |
| [01:39.450] | Cynthia, cross-legged at the bar now holding up a drink |
| [01:42.500] | Wink, lips |
| [01:45.430] | Cynthia whispers and his heart now takes another beat |
| [01:48.840] | Think, skips |
| [01:51.260] | Cynthia, tongue along his ear now, maybe he should pay |
| [01:55.290] | The tab |
| [01:57.180] | Cynthia knows just where to go now, and they leave and hail |
| [02:01.100] | A cab |
| [02:03.190] | He say, is this the type of thing where he pay? |
| [02:06.460] | And if so, he gon' need a rain check (check, check) |
| [02:09.140] | She say, "You can have this one for free, bae" |
| [02:12.390] | As she licked the lips and started bitin' on his neck |
| [02:14.890] | He say what's crazy 'bout this, between the bites and the kisses |
| [02:17.630] | Is he ain't been in a taxi since back when he lost his sister |
| [02:20.700] | But Cynthia isn't listenin' to him, she on a mission |
| [02:23.860] | The moon is full and she hurtin', and he might be the prescription |
| [02:26.500] | And now she pullin' up her dress, and he grabbin' on her breasts |
| [02:29.970] | And she start to see the throbbin' in his veins |
| [02:32.090] | And she get ready for the s— |
| [02:33.650] | But just then the cabbie pulled the taxi over quick |
| [02:35.910] | Click, pop-pop, silver flashes mixed with red and that was it |
| [02:39.110] | Cynthia is choking on her blood now |
| [02:43.290] | The cabbie walks off into the night unseen while |
| [02:45.210] | Cynthia, still locked in Randy's hug now |
| [02:49.220] | 'Cept for the oaken window high above the scene and |
| [02:51.400] | Cynthia looks straight into her doom now |
| [02:55.030] | Little 'Trina watches everything that happens down below |
| [02:56.450] | But doesn't scream and |
| [02:57.200] | Cynthia is howling at the moon now |
| [03:01.220] | Tomorrow, 'Trina's gonna wake up |
| [03:01.920] | Wondering if it was really all a dream |
| [03:03.250] | Cynthia |
| [03:09.120] | Cynthia |
| [03:15.160] | Cynthia |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Daveed Diggs Jonathan Snipes William Hutson |
| [00:00.095] | zuo qu : Daveed Diggs Jonathan Snipes William Hutson |
| [00:00.190] | Kimberly couldn' t believe what she was seeing |
| [00:02.100] | Video was grainy but she could make out his face |
| [00:04.350] | It clearly had to be Steve |
| [00:05.540] | Hadn' t seen him in maybe, what? |
| [00:07.010] | It couldn' t be more than a couple days |
| [00:08.530] | Who was this bitch on her knees? |
| [00:09.860] | She was not even pretty, |
| [00:11.150] | He better not still be up in her place |
| [00:12.850] | She fishing ' round for her keys |
| [00:14.200] | Check the lock, it is broken in |
| [00:15.260] | Impatiently, a scowl on her face |
| [00:17.000] | Kimberly opens the door |
| [00:18.490] | She wasn' t ready, drops the keys |
| [00:19.860] | Drops to the ground and tries to catch her breath |
| [00:21.480] | Steve was still there on the floor |
| [00:22.770] | What was left of him, gnarled bone |
| [00:24.120] | The body parts are piled in a mess |
| [00:25.820] | How easily she ignored |
| [00:27.170] | All of the scratches, could be nails or could be teeth |
| [00:28.860] | Certainly not a knife |
| [00:30.040] | She should have looked at the floor |
| [00:31.460] | Follow blood to the window sill |
| [00:32.810] | Where it went up and out into the night |
| [00:34.160] | Cynthia strolling through the moonlight |
| [00:36.580] | Casually wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth |
| [00:38.560] | Cynthia knew Steve wouldn' t do right |
| [00:40.650] | From the moment when he had said that he wouldn' t eat her out |
| [00:42.930] | Cynthia singing on a blue night |
| [00:44.840] | Temporarily satisfied but she knew that wouldn' t last |
| [00:47.100] | Cynthia steps into the Brew Right |
| [00:49.280] | Thirsty for a drink and to find someone to help hours pass |
| [00:51.240] | After Randy had sent the photos |
| [00:52.990] | He decided that he had just earned a drink |
| [00:54.830] | Shit, he' s celebrating the end of a horrible case |
| [00:57.580] | He never had to see that woman Kimberly ever again |
| [01:00.210] | He thinks, shit, he had completed the task that was simple enough |
| [01:03.360] | She knew her man was cheating like they always do |
| [01:05.550] | She only needed proof |
| [01:06.860] | So he got to tailing the brown Chevrolet |
| [01:09.020] | And he' ll say this for Steve, he knew what he was doing |
| [01:10.850] | So good that he almost got away with all of his bullshit |
| [01:13.630] | But Randy wouldn' t get paid, and let' s face it |
| [01:16.020] | He needed every dollar that this little job could make |
| [01:18.440] | The bookies were calling with more regularity |
| [01:21.100] | He would rather keep his kneecaps still unbroken |
| [01:23.200] | Thank you, if it' s all the same, shit |
| [01:25.010] | Nothing had changed, he was the definition of in a rut |
| [01:27.520] | Anyway, job well done, he saunters on into the Brew Right pub |
| [01:30.430] | The spot pretty jumpin', he spies a seat at the bar |
| [01:33.490] | Orders the scotch and then feels a gentle hand on his back |
| [01:35.880] | And he turns to meet the eyes of a woman |
| [01:37.970] | Who tells him her name is |
| [01:39.450] | Cynthia, crosslegged at the bar now holding up a drink |
| [01:42.500] | Wink, lips |
| [01:45.430] | Cynthia whispers and his heart now takes another beat |
| [01:48.840] | Think, skips |
| [01:51.260] | Cynthia, tongue along his ear now, maybe he should pay |
| [01:55.290] | The tab |
| [01:57.180] | Cynthia knows just where to go now, and they leave and hail |
| [02:01.100] | A cab |
| [02:03.190] | He say, is this the type of thing where he pay? |
| [02:06.460] | And if so, he gon' need a rain check check, check |
| [02:09.140] | She say, " You can have this one for free, bae" |
| [02:12.390] | As she licked the lips and started bitin' on his neck |
| [02:14.890] | He say what' s crazy ' bout this, between the bites and the kisses |
| [02:17.630] | Is he ain' t been in a taxi since back when he lost his sister |
| [02:20.700] | But Cynthia isn' t listenin' to him, she on a mission |
| [02:23.860] | The moon is full and she hurtin', and he might be the prescription |
| [02:26.500] | And now she pullin' up her dress, and he grabbin' on her breasts |
| [02:29.970] | And she start to see the throbbin' in his veins |
| [02:32.090] | And she get ready for the s |
| [02:33.650] | But just then the cabbie pulled the taxi over quick |
| [02:35.910] | Click, poppop, silver flashes mixed with red and that was it |
| [02:39.110] | Cynthia is choking on her blood now |
| [02:43.290] | The cabbie walks off into the night unseen while |
| [02:45.210] | Cynthia, still locked in Randy' s hug now |
| [02:49.220] | ' Cept for the oaken window high above the scene and |
| [02:51.400] | Cynthia looks straight into her doom now |
| [02:55.030] | Little ' Trina watches everything that happens down below |
| [02:56.450] | But doesn' t scream and |
| [02:57.200] | Cynthia is howling at the moon now |
| [03:01.220] | Tomorrow, ' Trina' s gonna wake up |
| [03:01.920] | Wondering if it was really all a dream |
| [03:03.250] | Cynthia |
| [03:09.120] | Cynthia |
| [03:15.160] | Cynthia |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Daveed Diggs Jonathan Snipes William Hutson |
| [00:00.095] | zuò qǔ : Daveed Diggs Jonathan Snipes William Hutson |
| [00:00.190] | Kimberly couldn' t believe what she was seeing |
| [00:02.100] | Video was grainy but she could make out his face |
| [00:04.350] | It clearly had to be Steve |
| [00:05.540] | Hadn' t seen him in maybe, what? |
| [00:07.010] | It couldn' t be more than a couple days |
| [00:08.530] | Who was this bitch on her knees? |
| [00:09.860] | She was not even pretty, |
| [00:11.150] | He better not still be up in her place |
| [00:12.850] | She fishing ' round for her keys |
| [00:14.200] | Check the lock, it is broken in |
| [00:15.260] | Impatiently, a scowl on her face |
| [00:17.000] | Kimberly opens the door |
| [00:18.490] | She wasn' t ready, drops the keys |
| [00:19.860] | Drops to the ground and tries to catch her breath |
| [00:21.480] | Steve was still there on the floor |
| [00:22.770] | What was left of him, gnarled bone |
| [00:24.120] | The body parts are piled in a mess |
| [00:25.820] | How easily she ignored |
| [00:27.170] | All of the scratches, could be nails or could be teeth |
| [00:28.860] | Certainly not a knife |
| [00:30.040] | She should have looked at the floor |
| [00:31.460] | Follow blood to the window sill |
| [00:32.810] | Where it went up and out into the night |
| [00:34.160] | Cynthia strolling through the moonlight |
| [00:36.580] | Casually wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth |
| [00:38.560] | Cynthia knew Steve wouldn' t do right |
| [00:40.650] | From the moment when he had said that he wouldn' t eat her out |
| [00:42.930] | Cynthia singing on a blue night |
| [00:44.840] | Temporarily satisfied but she knew that wouldn' t last |
| [00:47.100] | Cynthia steps into the Brew Right |
| [00:49.280] | Thirsty for a drink and to find someone to help hours pass |
| [00:51.240] | After Randy had sent the photos |
| [00:52.990] | He decided that he had just earned a drink |
| [00:54.830] | Shit, he' s celebrating the end of a horrible case |
| [00:57.580] | He never had to see that woman Kimberly ever again |
| [01:00.210] | He thinks, shit, he had completed the task that was simple enough |
| [01:03.360] | She knew her man was cheating like they always do |
| [01:05.550] | She only needed proof |
| [01:06.860] | So he got to tailing the brown Chevrolet |
| [01:09.020] | And he' ll say this for Steve, he knew what he was doing |
| [01:10.850] | So good that he almost got away with all of his bullshit |
| [01:13.630] | But Randy wouldn' t get paid, and let' s face it |
| [01:16.020] | He needed every dollar that this little job could make |
| [01:18.440] | The bookies were calling with more regularity |
| [01:21.100] | He would rather keep his kneecaps still unbroken |
| [01:23.200] | Thank you, if it' s all the same, shit |
| [01:25.010] | Nothing had changed, he was the definition of in a rut |
| [01:27.520] | Anyway, job well done, he saunters on into the Brew Right pub |
| [01:30.430] | The spot pretty jumpin', he spies a seat at the bar |
| [01:33.490] | Orders the scotch and then feels a gentle hand on his back |
| [01:35.880] | And he turns to meet the eyes of a woman |
| [01:37.970] | Who tells him her name is |
| [01:39.450] | Cynthia, crosslegged at the bar now holding up a drink |
| [01:42.500] | Wink, lips |
| [01:45.430] | Cynthia whispers and his heart now takes another beat |
| [01:48.840] | Think, skips |
| [01:51.260] | Cynthia, tongue along his ear now, maybe he should pay |
| [01:55.290] | The tab |
| [01:57.180] | Cynthia knows just where to go now, and they leave and hail |
| [02:01.100] | A cab |
| [02:03.190] | He say, is this the type of thing where he pay? |
| [02:06.460] | And if so, he gon' need a rain check check, check |
| [02:09.140] | She say, " You can have this one for free, bae" |
| [02:12.390] | As she licked the lips and started bitin' on his neck |
| [02:14.890] | He say what' s crazy ' bout this, between the bites and the kisses |
| [02:17.630] | Is he ain' t been in a taxi since back when he lost his sister |
| [02:20.700] | But Cynthia isn' t listenin' to him, she on a mission |
| [02:23.860] | The moon is full and she hurtin', and he might be the prescription |
| [02:26.500] | And now she pullin' up her dress, and he grabbin' on her breasts |
| [02:29.970] | And she start to see the throbbin' in his veins |
| [02:32.090] | And she get ready for the s |
| [02:33.650] | But just then the cabbie pulled the taxi over quick |
| [02:35.910] | Click, poppop, silver flashes mixed with red and that was it |
| [02:39.110] | Cynthia is choking on her blood now |
| [02:43.290] | The cabbie walks off into the night unseen while |
| [02:45.210] | Cynthia, still locked in Randy' s hug now |
| [02:49.220] | ' Cept for the oaken window high above the scene and |
| [02:51.400] | Cynthia looks straight into her doom now |
| [02:55.030] | Little ' Trina watches everything that happens down below |
| [02:56.450] | But doesn' t scream and |
| [02:57.200] | Cynthia is howling at the moon now |
| [03:01.220] | Tomorrow, ' Trina' s gonna wake up |
| [03:01.920] | Wondering if it was really all a dream |
| [03:03.250] | Cynthia |
| [03:09.120] | Cynthia |
| [03:15.160] | Cynthia |