Day 811 Lyrics
| Song | Day 811 |
| Artist | Dr. Yen Lo |
| Artist | KA |
| Album | Days With Dr. Yen Lo |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Kaseem Ryan |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Kaseem Ryan |
| [00:09.473] | Had to touch down |
| [00:12.711] | Plush sound |
| [00:15.750] | (At the tough crown) |
| [00:20.198] | All get a life, not all gonna live |
| [00:23.199] | Some soar to the heights, some fall on shiv |
| [00:26.197] | Some are bored by vice, get torn by Sigs |
| [00:29.379] | Some wolfing rice, others supportless kids |
| [00:34.782] | That wasn't us |
| [00:37.629] | We from the dust |
| [00:41.412] | They can't touch you anymore |
| [00:44.096] | You're free |
| [00:45.211] | Was molded in knowing, some get to live but all die |
| [00:47.782] | Pacing, strut, getting big baking enough, **** small fry |
| [00:51.114] | Being in the deep ain't peak for my well-being |
| [00:54.129] | Low is limbo, from what I had to grow in hell seeing |
| [00:57.375] | It affected me, directly, like the rest |
| [01:00.272] | Used to let it rest in the dresser, now I'm dressing with the Tec |
| [01:03.493] | My outfit was house shit that had grand decisions |
| [01:06.449] | My stance's mansion in the game, check my mannerisms |
| [01:10.326] | Does sleep with no weighted man religion |
| [01:12.836] | Mommy knew I landed in Cuba, before I land in prison |
| [01:16.111] | Didn't behave, felt I prepaid my penance |
| [01:19.117] | Was ravaged, sun-shallow, slum-deep grade my sentence |
| [01:22.883] | When you raised 'round rage and vengeance you can change |
| [01:26.179] | But in the veins remains major remnants |
| [01:28.631] | Down to stick, move a pound of brick in towns for grip |
| [01:31.547] | Get astounding whips, coupled with some supple ground or rip |
| [01:34.733] | Some gold aesthetics 'till they roll the credits |
| [01:37.876] | The villian-starred film noir, but hold the edits |
| [01:40.756] | In battlefields had a will couldn't been attained |
| [01:44.163] | It's God-scripted, you start different but end the same |
| [01:47.245] | Enlightened with the page's thunder, the ageless wonder |
| [01:50.704] | I write that night life till my days of slumber |
| [01:55.025] | (Page's thunder, ageless wonder) |
| [01:57.231] | I write that night life till my days of slumber |
| [02:00.364] | All get a life, not all gonna live |
| [02:03.339] | Some soar to the heights, some fall on shiv |
| [02:06.509] | Some are bored by vice, get torn by Sigs |
| [02:09.719] | Some wolfing rice, others supportless kids |
| [02:14.933] | From the dust |
| [02:17.846] | That wasn't us |
| [02:21.136] | From the dust |
| [02:23.078] | We from the gritty, dirty city |
| [02:27.364] | Dirty city |
| [02:31.786] | While you live, never give, just keep on |
| [02:34.494] | This young, lean team, one scene is week's pawn |
| [02:37.252] | Rose to eighth rank, coldness, hate, thanks to deep dawns |
| [02:42.919] | I prayed her for that halo, no Creole, I see horns |
| [02:45.858] | My hell was birthed, well endured, when I fell on earth |
| [02:47.937] | It cames with flames of pain, couldn't quell a nurse |
| [02:50.117] | Nauseous from chores of fortress rapport only saw blitz |
| [02:53.136] | No saints, so paint black portraits and I bought this |
| [02:56.135] | In fact, the cracks on my surface lead course shift |
| [02:59.267] | Damaged canvas from times they drew on me with four-fifth |
| [03:02.393] | I draw quote, saying we all broke till we all rich |
| [03:05.428] | Cuz reverence that I'm even present till I rap more gift |
| [03:08.980] | Why, why is all of this being done? |
| [03:12.727] | What have they built you to do? |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Kaseem Ryan |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Kaseem Ryan |
| [00:09.473] | Had to touch down |
| [00:12.711] | Plush sound |
| [00:15.750] | At the tough crown |
| [00:20.198] | All get a life, not all gonna live |
| [00:23.199] | Some soar to the heights, some fall on shiv |
| [00:26.197] | Some are bored by vice, get torn by Sigs |
| [00:29.379] | Some wolfing rice, others supportless kids |
| [00:34.782] | That wasn' t us |
| [00:37.629] | We from the dust |
| [00:41.412] | They can' t touch you anymore |
| [00:44.096] | You' re free |
| [00:45.211] | Was molded in knowing, some get to live but all die |
| [00:47.782] | Pacing, strut, getting big baking enough, small fry |
| [00:51.114] | Being in the deep ain' t peak for my well-being |
| [00:54.129] | Low is limbo, from what I had to grow in hell seeing |
| [00:57.375] | It affected me, directly, like the rest |
| [01:00.272] | Used to let it rest in the dresser, now I' m dressing with the Tec |
| [01:03.493] | My outfit was house shit that had grand decisions |
| [01:06.449] | My stance' s mansion in the game, check my mannerisms |
| [01:10.326] | Does sleep with no weighted man religion |
| [01:12.836] | Mommy knew I landed in Cuba, before I land in prison |
| [01:16.111] | Didn' t behave, felt I prepaid my penance |
| [01:19.117] | Was ravaged, sun-shallow, slum-deep grade my sentence |
| [01:22.883] | When you raised ' round rage and vengeance you can change |
| [01:26.179] | But in the veins remains major remnants |
| [01:28.631] | Down to stick, move a pound of brick in towns for grip |
| [01:31.547] | Get astounding whips, coupled with some supple ground or rip |
| [01:34.733] | Some gold aesthetics ' till they roll the credits |
| [01:37.876] | The villian-starred film noir, but hold the edits |
| [01:40.756] | In battlefields had a will couldn' t been attained |
| [01:44.163] | It' s God-scripted, you start different but end the same |
| [01:47.245] | Enlightened with the page' s thunder, the ageless wonder |
| [01:50.704] | I write that night life till my days of slumber |
| [01:55.025] | Page' s thunder, ageless wonder |
| [01:57.231] | I write that night life till my days of slumber |
| [02:00.364] | All get a life, not all gonna live |
| [02:03.339] | Some soar to the heights, some fall on shiv |
| [02:06.509] | Some are bored by vice, get torn by Sigs |
| [02:09.719] | Some wolfing rice, others supportless kids |
| [02:14.933] | From the dust |
| [02:17.846] | That wasn' t us |
| [02:21.136] | From the dust |
| [02:23.078] | We from the gritty, dirty city |
| [02:27.364] | Dirty city |
| [02:31.786] | While you live, never give, just keep on |
| [02:34.494] | This young, lean team, one scene is week' s pawn |
| [02:37.252] | Rose to eighth rank, coldness, hate, thanks to deep dawns |
| [02:42.919] | I prayed her for that halo, no Creole, I see horns |
| [02:45.858] | My hell was birthed, well endured, when I fell on earth |
| [02:47.937] | It cames with flames of pain, couldn' t quell a nurse |
| [02:50.117] | Nauseous from chores of fortress rapport only saw blitz |
| [02:53.136] | No saints, so paint black portraits and I bought this |
| [02:56.135] | In fact, the cracks on my surface lead course shift |
| [02:59.267] | Damaged canvas from times they drew on me with four-fifth |
| [03:02.393] | I draw quote, saying we all broke till we all rich |
| [03:05.428] | Cuz reverence that I' m even present till I rap more gift |
| [03:08.980] | Why, why is all of this being done? |
| [03:12.727] | What have they built you to do? |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Kaseem Ryan |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Kaseem Ryan |
| [00:09.473] | Had to touch down |
| [00:12.711] | Plush sound |
| [00:15.750] | At the tough crown |
| [00:20.198] | All get a life, not all gonna live |
| [00:23.199] | Some soar to the heights, some fall on shiv |
| [00:26.197] | Some are bored by vice, get torn by Sigs |
| [00:29.379] | Some wolfing rice, others supportless kids |
| [00:34.782] | That wasn' t us |
| [00:37.629] | We from the dust |
| [00:41.412] | They can' t touch you anymore |
| [00:44.096] | You' re free |
| [00:45.211] | Was molded in knowing, some get to live but all die |
| [00:47.782] | Pacing, strut, getting big baking enough, small fry |
| [00:51.114] | Being in the deep ain' t peak for my well-being |
| [00:54.129] | Low is limbo, from what I had to grow in hell seeing |
| [00:57.375] | It affected me, directly, like the rest |
| [01:00.272] | Used to let it rest in the dresser, now I' m dressing with the Tec |
| [01:03.493] | My outfit was house shit that had grand decisions |
| [01:06.449] | My stance' s mansion in the game, check my mannerisms |
| [01:10.326] | Does sleep with no weighted man religion |
| [01:12.836] | Mommy knew I landed in Cuba, before I land in prison |
| [01:16.111] | Didn' t behave, felt I prepaid my penance |
| [01:19.117] | Was ravaged, sun-shallow, slum-deep grade my sentence |
| [01:22.883] | When you raised ' round rage and vengeance you can change |
| [01:26.179] | But in the veins remains major remnants |
| [01:28.631] | Down to stick, move a pound of brick in towns for grip |
| [01:31.547] | Get astounding whips, coupled with some supple ground or rip |
| [01:34.733] | Some gold aesthetics ' till they roll the credits |
| [01:37.876] | The villian-starred film noir, but hold the edits |
| [01:40.756] | In battlefields had a will couldn' t been attained |
| [01:44.163] | It' s God-scripted, you start different but end the same |
| [01:47.245] | Enlightened with the page' s thunder, the ageless wonder |
| [01:50.704] | I write that night life till my days of slumber |
| [01:55.025] | Page' s thunder, ageless wonder |
| [01:57.231] | I write that night life till my days of slumber |
| [02:00.364] | All get a life, not all gonna live |
| [02:03.339] | Some soar to the heights, some fall on shiv |
| [02:06.509] | Some are bored by vice, get torn by Sigs |
| [02:09.719] | Some wolfing rice, others supportless kids |
| [02:14.933] | From the dust |
| [02:17.846] | That wasn' t us |
| [02:21.136] | From the dust |
| [02:23.078] | We from the gritty, dirty city |
| [02:27.364] | Dirty city |
| [02:31.786] | While you live, never give, just keep on |
| [02:34.494] | This young, lean team, one scene is week' s pawn |
| [02:37.252] | Rose to eighth rank, coldness, hate, thanks to deep dawns |
| [02:42.919] | I prayed her for that halo, no Creole, I see horns |
| [02:45.858] | My hell was birthed, well endured, when I fell on earth |
| [02:47.937] | It cames with flames of pain, couldn' t quell a nurse |
| [02:50.117] | Nauseous from chores of fortress rapport only saw blitz |
| [02:53.136] | No saints, so paint black portraits and I bought this |
| [02:56.135] | In fact, the cracks on my surface lead course shift |
| [02:59.267] | Damaged canvas from times they drew on me with four-fifth |
| [03:02.393] | I draw quote, saying we all broke till we all rich |
| [03:05.428] | Cuz reverence that I' m even present till I rap more gift |
| [03:08.980] | Why, why is all of this being done? |
| [03:12.727] | What have they built you to do? |
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