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,