Under the Moon Lyrics
| Song | Under the Moon |
| Artist | The Brothers Nylon |
| Album | BMM Records, Vol. 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Genshu Fukaya | |
| 作曲 : Nicholas Ruffolo/Michael Ruffolo | |
| Hands steady in the last seconds of shot-clocks | |
| Your block soft | |
| In slow mo the damn the ball drops | |
| The handclaps fake kinda sound like applause bots | |
| All my life i felt rejected from my motherlands | |
| My citizenships doubtful I truly pondered mine | |
| Seeing unknown destination as my newfound wonderlands | |
| There’s no go back | |
| Drowned memories of my past years in cognac | |
| Scared if i make it imma act distant like Bojac | |
| But troubled minds should be simply soaked in bubble bath | |
| The world is a distraction man i Wanna solves this puzzle bad | |
| Taking subtle drags on the daily from my muzzled mind | |
| This choir’s ours | |
| Channeling the Higher powers | |
| Sour melodies they calling for brighter hours | |
| Man it’s beyond words… damn can I buy a vowel | |
| Cuz this nights’s banging | |
| And my soul still hanging | |
| Ghost’s always online | |
| Deep web and Klondike | |
| Keep it low profile shying away from spotlights | |
| Never fumble when we drop the beat! | |
| Y’all thinking you’re the jungle’s king? | |
| But y’all barely tame gardens | |
| Watch the Rocket burstin’ through the sky like James Harden | |
| Dove straight in space no signs of aimed target | |
| No excuses for the failed shots at billboard | |
| Just cuz i smoked most of the weed bowl | |
| My mouth dry so i kick slow | |
| Still better than most | |
| Trilingual Shakespeare with a sick flow | |
| Time by itself won’t free y’all from brick walls | |
| Trials and tribulations and pitfalls to feed y’all | |
| Numbed by peace | |
| Guns blast wit | |
| Puns at ease | |
| Ghost serves the best dishes | |
| Proved by the thumb I lick |
| zuo ci : Genshu Fukaya | |
| zuo qu : Nicholas Ruffolo Michael Ruffolo | |
| Hands steady in the last seconds of shot-clocks | |
| Your block soft | |
| In slow mo the damn the ball drops | |
| The handclaps fake kinda sound like applause bots | |
| All my life i felt rejected from my motherlands | |
| My citizenships doubtful I truly pondered mine | |
| Seeing unknown destination as my newfound wonderlands | |
| There' s no go back | |
| Drowned memories of my past years in cognac | |
| Scared if i make it imma act distant like Bojac | |
| But troubled minds should be simply soaked in bubble bath | |
| The world is a distraction man i Wanna solves this puzzle bad | |
| Taking subtle drags on the daily from my muzzled mind | |
| This choir' s ours | |
| Channeling the Higher powers | |
| Sour melodies they calling for brighter hours | |
| Man it' s beyond words damn can I buy a vowel | |
| Cuz this nights' s banging | |
| And my soul still hanging | |
| Ghost' s always online | |
| Deep web and Klondike | |
| Keep it low profile shying away from spotlights | |
| Never fumble when we drop the beat! | |
| Y' all thinking you' re the jungle' s king? | |
| But y' all barely tame gardens | |
| Watch the Rocket burstin' through the sky like James Harden | |
| Dove straight in space no signs of aimed target | |
| No excuses for the failed shots at billboard | |
| Just cuz i smoked most of the weed bowl | |
| My mouth dry so i kick slow | |
| Still better than most | |
| Trilingual Shakespeare with a sick flow | |
| Time by itself won' t free y' all from brick walls | |
| Trials and tribulations and pitfalls to feed y' all | |
| Numbed by peace | |
| Guns blast wit | |
| Puns at ease | |
| Ghost serves the best dishes | |
| Proved by the thumb I lick |
| zuò cí : Genshu Fukaya | |
| zuò qǔ : Nicholas Ruffolo Michael Ruffolo | |
| Hands steady in the last seconds of shot-clocks | |
| Your block soft | |
| In slow mo the damn the ball drops | |
| The handclaps fake kinda sound like applause bots | |
| All my life i felt rejected from my motherlands | |
| My citizenships doubtful I truly pondered mine | |
| Seeing unknown destination as my newfound wonderlands | |
| There' s no go back | |
| Drowned memories of my past years in cognac | |
| Scared if i make it imma act distant like Bojac | |
| But troubled minds should be simply soaked in bubble bath | |
| The world is a distraction man i Wanna solves this puzzle bad | |
| Taking subtle drags on the daily from my muzzled mind | |
| This choir' s ours | |
| Channeling the Higher powers | |
| Sour melodies they calling for brighter hours | |
| Man it' s beyond words damn can I buy a vowel | |
| Cuz this nights' s banging | |
| And my soul still hanging | |
| Ghost' s always online | |
| Deep web and Klondike | |
| Keep it low profile shying away from spotlights | |
| Never fumble when we drop the beat! | |
| Y' all thinking you' re the jungle' s king? | |
| But y' all barely tame gardens | |
| Watch the Rocket burstin' through the sky like James Harden | |
| Dove straight in space no signs of aimed target | |
| No excuses for the failed shots at billboard | |
| Just cuz i smoked most of the weed bowl | |
| My mouth dry so i kick slow | |
| Still better than most | |
| Trilingual Shakespeare with a sick flow | |
| Time by itself won' t free y' all from brick walls | |
| Trials and tribulations and pitfalls to feed y' all | |
| Numbed by peace | |
| Guns blast wit | |
| Puns at ease | |
| Ghost serves the best dishes | |
| Proved by the thumb I lick |
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