| 作词 : Gray, Hubbard, Jenkins, Mateen ... | |
| Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears | |
| Looking over mad years worth of photographs | |
| Pictures of some places | |
| I ain't never going back | |
| Some people | |
| I used to love, why | |
| I ain't show them that? | |
| The skies was overcast, when | |
| I was sober last | |
| My head is spinning, couldn't tell you if it's slow or fast | |
| It's starting to get too clear, | |
| I got to go and grass | |
| To y'all it's a shame but life is what we know it as | |
| Waiting, navigating the plot, without plans | |
| In the car, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands | |
| How your man's goin' get up and stop with no yams | |
| All it take is one break, it could pop the program | |
| Whether sinning or not, my back bending like | |
| I'm sentenced a lot | |
| I feel some brothers is beginning to plot | |
| It might have been a close friend | |
| I forgotWho started up and ain't remember to stop | |
| I bet these niggaz going remember the shop[Hook] | |
| People think that | |
| I'm crazy, just cause | |
| I wanna be alone | |
| You can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze | |
| We all deal with shit on our own | |
| And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand | |
| Yeah, you know it gets full blown | |
| I never said that you mean the world to me | |
| Maybe it's best that you never know | |
| Yo, I'm like | |
| Malcom out the window with the weapon out | |
| Searching for somehow to find a minute or the second now | |
| Precious time is money that | |
| I ain't got to mess about | |
| Need it from the horse's mouth or from my eye with less account | |
| Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out | |
| Stay a little edgy at times when | |
| I ain't stressing bout | |
| Haters don't know shit about me, they the ones that talk shit | |
| Those that love me send it out, so | |
| I ain't got to force quit | |
| Cause I'm doing better now, don't mean | |
| I never lost shit | |
| I was married to a state of mind and | |
| I divorced it, man | |
| I'm from where brothers moving product from the porches | |
| People locking their doors, clutching to their crosses | |
| The block hot by the law, there ain't too many choices | |
| So what I do is for y'all, there ain't too many voices left | |
| I watch my back, and watch my step | |
| And I might forgive, but | |
| I will not forget come on[Hook] | |
| Yo, living in turbulent times | |
| The blind leading the blind | |
| Some call it evolution, some say intelligent design | |
| You say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind | |
| Your sons' destitute, and their pops all in the prison | |
| My man's back in the jam, he like the back of my hand | |
| He just attracted to scam, he right back in the can | |
| I never sleepwalking, you dig | |
| You get your shuteye | |
| I'm on the first thing in, | |
| I'm leaving on the red-eye | |
| My brother back in rehab, just had another relapse | |
| But fin himself, it's been like he's been fighting an energy | |
| Half telling me nobody true when they pretend to be that | |
| So closer than friends, that's where | |
| I keep my enemy at | |
| To many parties concerned, it's time to live it and learn | |
| Until we're able to grow, forever bridges we burn | |
| My thoughts free as a bird, that's just about to emerge | |
| And every action is heard, it speaks louder than words, yo[Hook] |
| zuo ci : Gray, Hubbard, Jenkins, Mateen ... | |
| Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears | |
| Looking over mad years worth of photographs | |
| Pictures of some places | |
| I ain' t never going back | |
| Some people | |
| I used to love, why | |
| I ain' t show them that? | |
| The skies was overcast, when | |
| I was sober last | |
| My head is spinning, couldn' t tell you if it' s slow or fast | |
| It' s starting to get too clear, | |
| I got to go and grass | |
| To y' all it' s a shame but life is what we know it as | |
| Waiting, navigating the plot, without plans | |
| In the car, it' s hard to read as a clock with no hands | |
| How your man' s goin' get up and stop with no yams | |
| All it take is one break, it could pop the program | |
| Whether sinning or not, my back bending like | |
| I' m sentenced a lot | |
| I feel some brothers is beginning to plot | |
| It might have been a close friend | |
| I forgotWho started up and ain' t remember to stop | |
| I bet these niggaz going remember the shop Hook | |
| People think that | |
| I' m crazy, just cause | |
| I wanna be alone | |
| You can' t depend on friends to help you in a squeeze | |
| We all deal with shit on our own | |
| And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand | |
| Yeah, you know it gets full blown | |
| I never said that you mean the world to me | |
| Maybe it' s best that you never know | |
| Yo, I' m like | |
| Malcom out the window with the weapon out | |
| Searching for somehow to find a minute or the second now | |
| Precious time is money that | |
| I ain' t got to mess about | |
| Need it from the horse' s mouth or from my eye with less account | |
| Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out | |
| Stay a little edgy at times when | |
| I ain' t stressing bout | |
| Haters don' t know shit about me, they the ones that talk shit | |
| Those that love me send it out, so | |
| I ain' t got to force quit | |
| Cause I' m doing better now, don' t mean | |
| I never lost shit | |
| I was married to a state of mind and | |
| I divorced it, man | |
| I' m from where brothers moving product from the porches | |
| People locking their doors, clutching to their crosses | |
| The block hot by the law, there ain' t too many choices | |
| So what I do is for y' all, there ain' t too many voices left | |
| I watch my back, and watch my step | |
| And I might forgive, but | |
| I will not forget come on Hook | |
| Yo, living in turbulent times | |
| The blind leading the blind | |
| Some call it evolution, some say intelligent design | |
| You say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind | |
| Your sons' destitute, and their pops all in the prison | |
| My man' s back in the jam, he like the back of my hand | |
| He just attracted to scam, he right back in the can | |
| I never sleepwalking, you dig | |
| You get your shuteye | |
| I' m on the first thing in, | |
| I' m leaving on the redeye | |
| My brother back in rehab, just had another relapse | |
| But fin himself, it' s been like he' s been fighting an energy | |
| Half telling me nobody true when they pretend to be that | |
| So closer than friends, that' s where | |
| I keep my enemy at | |
| To many parties concerned, it' s time to live it and learn | |
| Until we' re able to grow, forever bridges we burn | |
| My thoughts free as a bird, that' s just about to emerge | |
| And every action is heard, it speaks louder than words, yo Hook |
| zuò cí : Gray, Hubbard, Jenkins, Mateen ... | |
| Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears | |
| Looking over mad years worth of photographs | |
| Pictures of some places | |
| I ain' t never going back | |
| Some people | |
| I used to love, why | |
| I ain' t show them that? | |
| The skies was overcast, when | |
| I was sober last | |
| My head is spinning, couldn' t tell you if it' s slow or fast | |
| It' s starting to get too clear, | |
| I got to go and grass | |
| To y' all it' s a shame but life is what we know it as | |
| Waiting, navigating the plot, without plans | |
| In the car, it' s hard to read as a clock with no hands | |
| How your man' s goin' get up and stop with no yams | |
| All it take is one break, it could pop the program | |
| Whether sinning or not, my back bending like | |
| I' m sentenced a lot | |
| I feel some brothers is beginning to plot | |
| It might have been a close friend | |
| I forgotWho started up and ain' t remember to stop | |
| I bet these niggaz going remember the shop Hook | |
| People think that | |
| I' m crazy, just cause | |
| I wanna be alone | |
| You can' t depend on friends to help you in a squeeze | |
| We all deal with shit on our own | |
| And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand | |
| Yeah, you know it gets full blown | |
| I never said that you mean the world to me | |
| Maybe it' s best that you never know | |
| Yo, I' m like | |
| Malcom out the window with the weapon out | |
| Searching for somehow to find a minute or the second now | |
| Precious time is money that | |
| I ain' t got to mess about | |
| Need it from the horse' s mouth or from my eye with less account | |
| Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out | |
| Stay a little edgy at times when | |
| I ain' t stressing bout | |
| Haters don' t know shit about me, they the ones that talk shit | |
| Those that love me send it out, so | |
| I ain' t got to force quit | |
| Cause I' m doing better now, don' t mean | |
| I never lost shit | |
| I was married to a state of mind and | |
| I divorced it, man | |
| I' m from where brothers moving product from the porches | |
| People locking their doors, clutching to their crosses | |
| The block hot by the law, there ain' t too many choices | |
| So what I do is for y' all, there ain' t too many voices left | |
| I watch my back, and watch my step | |
| And I might forgive, but | |
| I will not forget come on Hook | |
| Yo, living in turbulent times | |
| The blind leading the blind | |
| Some call it evolution, some say intelligent design | |
| You say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind | |
| Your sons' destitute, and their pops all in the prison | |
| My man' s back in the jam, he like the back of my hand | |
| He just attracted to scam, he right back in the can | |
| I never sleepwalking, you dig | |
| You get your shuteye | |
| I' m on the first thing in, | |
| I' m leaving on the redeye | |
| My brother back in rehab, just had another relapse | |
| But fin himself, it' s been like he' s been fighting an energy | |
| Half telling me nobody true when they pretend to be that | |
| So closer than friends, that' s where | |
| I keep my enemy at | |
| To many parties concerned, it' s time to live it and learn | |
| Until we' re able to grow, forever bridges we burn | |
| My thoughts free as a bird, that' s just about to emerge | |
| And every action is heard, it speaks louder than words, yo Hook |
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