| Song | Untitled |
| Artist | Jaron Ikner |
| Album | Jaron Ikner |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jaron Ikner | |
| 作曲 : Jaron Ikner | |
| My father told never back down from a fight | |
| A couple year later he took his own life | |
| This is not sob story, dont want your sympathy | |
| just another note in my symphony | |
| Lamborgini dreams when I ride through pain | |
| in the passenger side because she feels the same | |
| take me to place call love | |
| but the universe doesn't wait for us | |
| so we go | |
| slow motion in space no gravity | |
| plus you want to take your time when make your own reality | |
| anatomy of your mind scape | |
| let thoughts go, let's your mind race | |
| let the time break, let the watch fall | |
| let's glass shatter when we break down the walls | |
| let it all go, that's the hard part | |
| when the mirror on the wall telling you it's your fault | |
| the only thing close the end is the edge | |
| in order to receive you have to learn send | |
| don't have to pretend | |
| learn to keep it real | |
| it's not about what you know | |
| it's about what you feel. | |
| But What Do I Know? | |
| No rest for the wicked | |
| Living the life of a ghost | |
| Niggas be doing the most | |
| We doing the coast | |
| Taking a shot so we doing a toast | |
| Curing the roast | |
| Serving it back | |
| Proving my worth with the facts | |
| been on the curb with a pack | |
| Been in the dirt on my back | |
| Losing respect then earning it back | |
| Lacing the beat then burning the track | |
| Amazing with feats we be hold it down | |
| Holding a city it be hurting my back | |
| Known for a sound we holding a crown | |
| Head in the clouds I'm high all the time | |
| Looking for answers inside of rhyme | |
| All they want is a piece of my mind | |
| If you can find it then take it it's fine | |
| Breaking the barriers breaking the sounds | |
| Taking the crown, breaking it down | |
| Splitting it up, sharing the throne | |
| Making a tone, making a wave | |
| Look at the normal then breaking away | |
| If if can Rome I can make in a day | |
| If I can zone I can shake it away... | |
| Huh...damn |
| zuo ci : Jaron Ikner | |
| zuo qu : Jaron Ikner | |
| My father told never back down from a fight | |
| A couple year later he took his own life | |
| This is not sob story, dont want your sympathy | |
| just another note in my symphony | |
| Lamborgini dreams when I ride through pain | |
| in the passenger side because she feels the same | |
| take me to place call love | |
| but the universe doesn' t wait for us | |
| so we go | |
| slow motion in space no gravity | |
| plus you want to take your time when make your own reality | |
| anatomy of your mind scape | |
| let thoughts go, let' s your mind race | |
| let the time break, let the watch fall | |
| let' s glass shatter when we break down the walls | |
| let it all go, that' s the hard part | |
| when the mirror on the wall telling you it' s your fault | |
| the only thing close the end is the edge | |
| in order to receive you have to learn send | |
| don' t have to pretend | |
| learn to keep it real | |
| it' s not about what you know | |
| it' s about what you feel. | |
| But What Do I Know? | |
| No rest for the wicked | |
| Living the life of a ghost | |
| Niggas be doing the most | |
| We doing the coast | |
| Taking a shot so we doing a toast | |
| Curing the roast | |
| Serving it back | |
| Proving my worth with the facts | |
| been on the curb with a pack | |
| Been in the dirt on my back | |
| Losing respect then earning it back | |
| Lacing the beat then burning the track | |
| Amazing with feats we be hold it down | |
| Holding a city it be hurting my back | |
| Known for a sound we holding a crown | |
| Head in the clouds I' m high all the time | |
| Looking for answers inside of rhyme | |
| All they want is a piece of my mind | |
| If you can find it then take it it' s fine | |
| Breaking the barriers breaking the sounds | |
| Taking the crown, breaking it down | |
| Splitting it up, sharing the throne | |
| Making a tone, making a wave | |
| Look at the normal then breaking away | |
| If if can Rome I can make in a day | |
| If I can zone I can shake it away... | |
| Huh... damn |
| zuò cí : Jaron Ikner | |
| zuò qǔ : Jaron Ikner | |
| My father told never back down from a fight | |
| A couple year later he took his own life | |
| This is not sob story, dont want your sympathy | |
| just another note in my symphony | |
| Lamborgini dreams when I ride through pain | |
| in the passenger side because she feels the same | |
| take me to place call love | |
| but the universe doesn' t wait for us | |
| so we go | |
| slow motion in space no gravity | |
| plus you want to take your time when make your own reality | |
| anatomy of your mind scape | |
| let thoughts go, let' s your mind race | |
| let the time break, let the watch fall | |
| let' s glass shatter when we break down the walls | |
| let it all go, that' s the hard part | |
| when the mirror on the wall telling you it' s your fault | |
| the only thing close the end is the edge | |
| in order to receive you have to learn send | |
| don' t have to pretend | |
| learn to keep it real | |
| it' s not about what you know | |
| it' s about what you feel. | |
| But What Do I Know? | |
| No rest for the wicked | |
| Living the life of a ghost | |
| Niggas be doing the most | |
| We doing the coast | |
| Taking a shot so we doing a toast | |
| Curing the roast | |
| Serving it back | |
| Proving my worth with the facts | |
| been on the curb with a pack | |
| Been in the dirt on my back | |
| Losing respect then earning it back | |
| Lacing the beat then burning the track | |
| Amazing with feats we be hold it down | |
| Holding a city it be hurting my back | |
| Known for a sound we holding a crown | |
| Head in the clouds I' m high all the time | |
| Looking for answers inside of rhyme | |
| All they want is a piece of my mind | |
| If you can find it then take it it' s fine | |
| Breaking the barriers breaking the sounds | |
| Taking the crown, breaking it down | |
| Splitting it up, sharing the throne | |
| Making a tone, making a wave | |
| Look at the normal then breaking away | |
| If if can Rome I can make in a day | |
| If I can zone I can shake it away... | |
| Huh... damn |