Flavor Lyrics
| Song | Flavor |
| Artist | Brook Line |
| Artist | Emcee Agora |
| Album | Mouton Noir Records (Compilation, Vol. 1) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brook Line | |
| 作曲 : Brook Line | |
| I got a flavor, | |
| Nobody won’t get any favor, | |
| I see you getting the wrong behavior, | |
| I see you betting money is safer, | |
| I see you chasing paper, | |
| Fetal position ‘cause of Taylor, | |
| The more dollar, the better, | |
| But you don’t find any pleasure, | |
| Matter of fact you’re a player, | |
| And you played her, | |
| I got the flavor that you’re a failure, | |
| I got a flavor, | |
| Mother****er I won’t save ya’, | |
| ‘cause it’s too late, ‘cause I’m too great, | |
| ‘cause I won’t wait, any longer, | |
| I got a flavor, | |
| Let me ask, | |
| Are you scared by the one standing out? | |
| Let me think, let me doubt, | |
| My flow’s confusing like a mute shouting out, | |
| Love better be brought back, ‘fore the payback | |
| Lost off the beaten track, | |
| All around it’s so black, | |
| At midnight, no moonlight, | |
| But gunfights at the corner, | |
| Nations closing borders, | |
| Harder, stronger, never better, | |
| World got strange disorders, | |
| I got a flavor stuck in the mouth, | |
| When you play kings I see clowns, | |
| I’m just saying, | |
| I got a flavor, | |
| I’m no fashion slave, | |
| I won’t be ‘till I’m buried in the grave, | |
| Bringing the gifts my ancestors gave, | |
| Fight the power, anyhow, any days, | |
| You see here, ain’t nobody smiling, | |
| They wanna play god, I’m the one afraid of dying, | |
| **** ya’, I’m self-invented, | |
| No teacher won’t teach me shit – | |
| – ‘cause that was never intended | |
| I don’t own you shit, | |
| I don’t own you shit, | |
| I don’t own you shit, | |
| I got a flavor that I don’t own you shit, |
| zuo ci : Brook Line | |
| zuo qu : Brook Line | |
| I got a flavor, | |
| Nobody won' t get any favor, | |
| I see you getting the wrong behavior, | |
| I see you betting money is safer, | |
| I see you chasing paper, | |
| Fetal position ' cause of Taylor, | |
| The more dollar, the better, | |
| But you don' t find any pleasure, | |
| Matter of fact you' re a player, | |
| And you played her, | |
| I got the flavor that you' re a failure, | |
| I got a flavor, | |
| Mother er I won' t save ya', | |
| ' cause it' s too late, ' cause I' m too great, | |
| ' cause I won' t wait, any longer, | |
| I got a flavor, | |
| Let me ask, | |
| Are you scared by the one standing out? | |
| Let me think, let me doubt, | |
| My flow' s confusing like a mute shouting out, | |
| Love better be brought back, ' fore the payback | |
| Lost off the beaten track, | |
| All around it' s so black, | |
| At midnight, no moonlight, | |
| But gunfights at the corner, | |
| Nations closing borders, | |
| Harder, stronger, never better, | |
| World got strange disorders, | |
| I got a flavor stuck in the mouth, | |
| When you play kings I see clowns, | |
| I' m just saying, | |
| I got a flavor, | |
| I' m no fashion slave, | |
| I won' t be ' till I' m buried in the grave, | |
| Bringing the gifts my ancestors gave, | |
| Fight the power, anyhow, any days, | |
| You see here, ain' t nobody smiling, | |
| They wanna play god, I' m the one afraid of dying, | |
| ya', I' m selfinvented, | |
| No teacher won' t teach me shit | |
| ' cause that was never intended | |
| I don' t own you shit, | |
| I don' t own you shit, | |
| I don' t own you shit, | |
| I got a flavor that I don' t own you shit, |
| zuò cí : Brook Line | |
| zuò qǔ : Brook Line | |
| I got a flavor, | |
| Nobody won' t get any favor, | |
| I see you getting the wrong behavior, | |
| I see you betting money is safer, | |
| I see you chasing paper, | |
| Fetal position ' cause of Taylor, | |
| The more dollar, the better, | |
| But you don' t find any pleasure, | |
| Matter of fact you' re a player, | |
| And you played her, | |
| I got the flavor that you' re a failure, | |
| I got a flavor, | |
| Mother er I won' t save ya', | |
| ' cause it' s too late, ' cause I' m too great, | |
| ' cause I won' t wait, any longer, | |
| I got a flavor, | |
| Let me ask, | |
| Are you scared by the one standing out? | |
| Let me think, let me doubt, | |
| My flow' s confusing like a mute shouting out, | |
| Love better be brought back, ' fore the payback | |
| Lost off the beaten track, | |
| All around it' s so black, | |
| At midnight, no moonlight, | |
| But gunfights at the corner, | |
| Nations closing borders, | |
| Harder, stronger, never better, | |
| World got strange disorders, | |
| I got a flavor stuck in the mouth, | |
| When you play kings I see clowns, | |
| I' m just saying, | |
| I got a flavor, | |
| I' m no fashion slave, | |
| I won' t be ' till I' m buried in the grave, | |
| Bringing the gifts my ancestors gave, | |
| Fight the power, anyhow, any days, | |
| You see here, ain' t nobody smiling, | |
| They wanna play god, I' m the one afraid of dying, | |
| ya', I' m selfinvented, | |
| No teacher won' t teach me shit | |
| ' cause that was never intended | |
| I don' t own you shit, | |
| I don' t own you shit, | |
| I don' t own you shit, | |
| I got a flavor that I don' t own you shit, |
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