| 作曲 : Twiztid | |
| Through your eyes you think we're all the same | |
| Through your eyes we're all the same | |
| Through your eyes you think we're all the same | |
| Through your eyes we're all the same[Chorus (2x):] | |
| Through your eyes you think we're all the same (Tell me can you see me now?) | |
| Through your eyes we're all the same(t-t-t-t-t-t-t-tell me can you see me now?) | |
| I'm an optical illusion | |
| Your expectations of me awaiting stone like | |
| MedusaLashing at me ripping out my mortal being | |
| But your foundation is flimsy and slowly crumbling | |
| Everything has an end | |
| Now let's pretend that pipe dreams are made of medicine | |
| Make me feel better again | |
| Made me feel better than them | |
| Or true or false sitting together again | |
| I can't despise the way you capitalize | |
| On situations the way you always seem to | |
| It's been a surpise the way you speak those lies | |
| Reassuring and convincing me that | |
| I'm somebody, too | |
| But I'm not | |
| See, you wouldn't comprehend this | |
| Insignificant magic deep within, inside | |
| But you wouldn't realize | |
| That if I was looking through your eyes then | |
| I would wanna die[Chorus (2x)] | |
| I need the bogs and jungles and planets that you ain't never heard of | |
| Sit with gorillas in the mist and blaze the herb up | |
| My thoughts are fixed with a 12 gauge | |
| My skin is all covered in paint from head to toe trying to hide me from the sun rays | |
| My wicked ways will be death of y'all | |
| My reflection is your curtain call | |
| Bless me father, hear us all | |
| My contemplations premeditated | |
| I'm heavily medicated | |
| Into the underground is what | |
| I'm dedicated | |
| I can't handle so | |
| I blaze the weed | |
| And I give a fuck less bitches if ya hating me | |
| Just wait and see in turn full circle on the bottom again | |
| Lookin up watching all the clouds | |
| Turn purple, like your back ass out | |
| I thought | |
| I told y'all motherfuckers, bitch we don't die[Chorus 2x] | |
| I ain't the one to blow your head off to the scapegoat | |
| The one you bitches blame cause you sinking in your boat | |
| Bitch I slit your god damn throat | |
| And leave ya twitching | |
| Twiztid ain't the reason why yo ass bullshitting[RADIO] | |
| Them scared of playing us | |
| Underground bitches, it ain't no love for the famous | |
| Get your ropes cut quick, low maintenance | |
| Sitting in the dark and | |
| I ain't got to make the playlist | |
| Effortless excuses (my bad) | |
| For why they don't saturate situations for they nooses | |
| And who are we to go and call you out? | |
| We done heard all the stories and don't what the fuck they talking about | |
| I'm not a puppet, so don't pull my strings | |
| I don't need nobody trying to hold me, console me, control me, shit | |
| You're the one trying to change me, make me into something that | |
| I'm not[Chorus (4x)] |
| zuo qu : Twiztid | |
| Through your eyes you think we' re all the same | |
| Through your eyes we' re all the same | |
| Through your eyes you think we' re all the same | |
| Through your eyes we' re all the same Chorus 2x: | |
| Through your eyes you think we' re all the same Tell me can you see me now? | |
| Through your eyes we' re all the same ttttttttell me can you see me now? | |
| I' m an optical illusion | |
| Your expectations of me awaiting stone like | |
| MedusaLashing at me ripping out my mortal being | |
| But your foundation is flimsy and slowly crumbling | |
| Everything has an end | |
| Now let' s pretend that pipe dreams are made of medicine | |
| Make me feel better again | |
| Made me feel better than them | |
| Or true or false sitting together again | |
| I can' t despise the way you capitalize | |
| On situations the way you always seem to | |
| It' s been a surpise the way you speak those lies | |
| Reassuring and convincing me that | |
| I' m somebody, too | |
| But I' m not | |
| See, you wouldn' t comprehend this | |
| Insignificant magic deep within, inside | |
| But you wouldn' t realize | |
| That if I was looking through your eyes then | |
| I would wanna die Chorus 2x | |
| I need the bogs and jungles and planets that you ain' t never heard of | |
| Sit with gorillas in the mist and blaze the herb up | |
| My thoughts are fixed with a 12 gauge | |
| My skin is all covered in paint from head to toe trying to hide me from the sun rays | |
| My wicked ways will be death of y' all | |
| My reflection is your curtain call | |
| Bless me father, hear us all | |
| My contemplations premeditated | |
| I' m heavily medicated | |
| Into the underground is what | |
| I' m dedicated | |
| I can' t handle so | |
| I blaze the weed | |
| And I give a fuck less bitches if ya hating me | |
| Just wait and see in turn full circle on the bottom again | |
| Lookin up watching all the clouds | |
| Turn purple, like your back ass out | |
| I thought | |
| I told y' all motherfuckers, bitch we don' t die Chorus 2x | |
| I ain' t the one to blow your head off to the scapegoat | |
| The one you bitches blame cause you sinking in your boat | |
| Bitch I slit your god damn throat | |
| And leave ya twitching | |
| Twiztid ain' t the reason why yo ass bullshitting RADIO | |
| Them scared of playing us | |
| Underground bitches, it ain' t no love for the famous | |
| Get your ropes cut quick, low maintenance | |
| Sitting in the dark and | |
| I ain' t got to make the playlist | |
| Effortless excuses my bad | |
| For why they don' t saturate situations for they nooses | |
| And who are we to go and call you out? | |
| We done heard all the stories and don' t what the fuck they talking about | |
| I' m not a puppet, so don' t pull my strings | |
| I don' t need nobody trying to hold me, console me, control me, shit | |
| You' re the one trying to change me, make me into something that | |
| I' m not Chorus 4x |
| zuò qǔ : Twiztid | |
| Through your eyes you think we' re all the same | |
| Through your eyes we' re all the same | |
| Through your eyes you think we' re all the same | |
| Through your eyes we' re all the same Chorus 2x: | |
| Through your eyes you think we' re all the same Tell me can you see me now? | |
| Through your eyes we' re all the same ttttttttell me can you see me now? | |
| I' m an optical illusion | |
| Your expectations of me awaiting stone like | |
| MedusaLashing at me ripping out my mortal being | |
| But your foundation is flimsy and slowly crumbling | |
| Everything has an end | |
| Now let' s pretend that pipe dreams are made of medicine | |
| Make me feel better again | |
| Made me feel better than them | |
| Or true or false sitting together again | |
| I can' t despise the way you capitalize | |
| On situations the way you always seem to | |
| It' s been a surpise the way you speak those lies | |
| Reassuring and convincing me that | |
| I' m somebody, too | |
| But I' m not | |
| See, you wouldn' t comprehend this | |
| Insignificant magic deep within, inside | |
| But you wouldn' t realize | |
| That if I was looking through your eyes then | |
| I would wanna die Chorus 2x | |
| I need the bogs and jungles and planets that you ain' t never heard of | |
| Sit with gorillas in the mist and blaze the herb up | |
| My thoughts are fixed with a 12 gauge | |
| My skin is all covered in paint from head to toe trying to hide me from the sun rays | |
| My wicked ways will be death of y' all | |
| My reflection is your curtain call | |
| Bless me father, hear us all | |
| My contemplations premeditated | |
| I' m heavily medicated | |
| Into the underground is what | |
| I' m dedicated | |
| I can' t handle so | |
| I blaze the weed | |
| And I give a fuck less bitches if ya hating me | |
| Just wait and see in turn full circle on the bottom again | |
| Lookin up watching all the clouds | |
| Turn purple, like your back ass out | |
| I thought | |
| I told y' all motherfuckers, bitch we don' t die Chorus 2x | |
| I ain' t the one to blow your head off to the scapegoat | |
| The one you bitches blame cause you sinking in your boat | |
| Bitch I slit your god damn throat | |
| And leave ya twitching | |
| Twiztid ain' t the reason why yo ass bullshitting RADIO | |
| Them scared of playing us | |
| Underground bitches, it ain' t no love for the famous | |
| Get your ropes cut quick, low maintenance | |
| Sitting in the dark and | |
| I ain' t got to make the playlist | |
| Effortless excuses my bad | |
| For why they don' t saturate situations for they nooses | |
| And who are we to go and call you out? | |
| We done heard all the stories and don' t what the fuck they talking about | |
| I' m not a puppet, so don' t pull my strings | |
| I don' t need nobody trying to hold me, console me, control me, shit | |
| You' re the one trying to change me, make me into something that | |
| I' m not Chorus 4x |
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