Bubbles Lyrics
| Song | Bubbles |
| Artist | Shayan Roy |
| Album | Bubbles |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Shayan Roy | |
| 作曲 : Shayan Roy | |
| Baby got a mind like a rubik cube, | |
| Mine shaped the same, except my tiles all navy blue, | |
| Now I freak when I see red, so she try to solve me | |
| But the other side's all gloomy too. | |
| Get at it like a surgeon, digging at the grooves, | |
| Trying to find meaning, all she find was platitudes, | |
| My attitude problematic, I'm aware, but dude, | |
| Sometimes your permutation plain ****in rude. | |
| Not long ago, the vibe was tropical, | |
| Now we cold, trippin on some cold-ass latitudes, | |
| Three lives till the boss level, | |
| Bitch these 8-bit tricks don't long stay magical, | |
| You reach for reset faster than the news, | |
| Who do I blame except my untrustworthy screws? | |
| It's all good, homie, you do what you gotta do, | |
| But let me take the hook, cuz you don't know the ****in' blues. | |
| Hook: | |
| I sing you all the songs of my life, but don't sing along, baby (You don't know the ****in blues) | |
| I tell you every day, every night, but don't come along, baby (You don't know the ****in blues) | |
| She don't want me back, cuz I'm wack, | |
| Every time I redial, reconnect, I attack, | |
| Baby please, cut me some slack, | |
| What the ****'s to derail? There's no train on the track. | |
| (There’s no train on the track?) | |
| I mean, instead of showing me | |
| How all this shit could be all understanding and pretty, | |
| And then throw it under the bus, now it's 2x petty, | |
| Girl, instead of that lean, douse me in kerosene. | |
| And flick the ****in match off my shreds, | |
| Like you flicked the memory off the side of the bed, | |
| Singing "Bye Bye Boka, guess you lost it again" | |
| "27, stupid, said goodbye to your friends, huh?" | |
| Let's stop for a sec, and unpretend | |
| That we both was in love with concepts in our heads, | |
| Nothing I say or do could be remedial | |
| If you jumping ship the second this shit is inconvenient. | |
| Hook: | |
| I sing you all the songs of my life, but don't sing along, baby (You don't know the ****in blues) | |
| I tell you every day, every night, but don't come along, baby (You don't know the ****in blues) | |
| You got me this lump in my throat, we will never get along (You don't know the ****in blues) | |
| I’m going back to my old grind, so don't come along | |
| You don’t know that shit. (x8) | |
| Ey doctor! | |
| You better go Eternal Sunshine on my ass (like) | |
| I don't want no more ****in trouble. | |
| I just wanna blow some ****in bubbles, | |
| Ya feel? |
| zuo ci : Shayan Roy | |
| zuo qu : Shayan Roy | |
| Baby got a mind like a rubik cube, | |
| Mine shaped the same, except my tiles all navy blue, | |
| Now I freak when I see red, so she try to solve me | |
| But the other side' s all gloomy too. | |
| Get at it like a surgeon, digging at the grooves, | |
| Trying to find meaning, all she find was platitudes, | |
| My attitude problematic, I' m aware, but dude, | |
| Sometimes your permutation plain in rude. | |
| Not long ago, the vibe was tropical, | |
| Now we cold, trippin on some cold-ass latitudes, | |
| Three lives till the boss level, | |
| Bitch these 8-bit tricks don' t long stay magical, | |
| You reach for reset faster than the news, | |
| Who do I blame except my untrustworthy screws? | |
| It' s all good, homie, you do what you gotta do, | |
| But let me take the hook, cuz you don' t know the in' blues. | |
| Hook: | |
| I sing you all the songs of my life, but don' t sing along, baby You don' t know the in blues | |
| I tell you every day, every night, but don' t come along, baby You don' t know the in blues | |
| She don' t want me back, cuz I' m wack, | |
| Every time I redial, reconnect, I attack, | |
| Baby please, cut me some slack, | |
| What the ' s to derail? There' s no train on the track. | |
| There' s no train on the track? | |
| I mean, instead of showing me | |
| How all this shit could be all understanding and pretty, | |
| And then throw it under the bus, now it' s 2x petty, | |
| Girl, instead of that lean, douse me in kerosene. | |
| And flick the in match off my shreds, | |
| Like you flicked the memory off the side of the bed, | |
| Singing " Bye Bye Boka, guess you lost it again" | |
| " 27, stupid, said goodbye to your friends, huh? " | |
| Let' s stop for a sec, and unpretend | |
| That we both was in love with concepts in our heads, | |
| Nothing I say or do could be remedial | |
| If you jumping ship the second this shit is inconvenient. | |
| Hook: | |
| I sing you all the songs of my life, but don' t sing along, baby You don' t know the in blues | |
| I tell you every day, every night, but don' t come along, baby You don' t know the in blues | |
| You got me this lump in my throat, we will never get along You don' t know the in blues | |
| I' m going back to my old grind, so don' t come along | |
| You don' t know that shit. x8 | |
| Ey doctor! | |
| You better go Eternal Sunshine on my ass like | |
| I don' t want no more in trouble. | |
| I just wanna blow some in bubbles, | |
| Ya feel? |
| zuò cí : Shayan Roy | |
| zuò qǔ : Shayan Roy | |
| Baby got a mind like a rubik cube, | |
| Mine shaped the same, except my tiles all navy blue, | |
| Now I freak when I see red, so she try to solve me | |
| But the other side' s all gloomy too. | |
| Get at it like a surgeon, digging at the grooves, | |
| Trying to find meaning, all she find was platitudes, | |
| My attitude problematic, I' m aware, but dude, | |
| Sometimes your permutation plain in rude. | |
| Not long ago, the vibe was tropical, | |
| Now we cold, trippin on some cold-ass latitudes, | |
| Three lives till the boss level, | |
| Bitch these 8-bit tricks don' t long stay magical, | |
| You reach for reset faster than the news, | |
| Who do I blame except my untrustworthy screws? | |
| It' s all good, homie, you do what you gotta do, | |
| But let me take the hook, cuz you don' t know the in' blues. | |
| Hook: | |
| I sing you all the songs of my life, but don' t sing along, baby You don' t know the in blues | |
| I tell you every day, every night, but don' t come along, baby You don' t know the in blues | |
| She don' t want me back, cuz I' m wack, | |
| Every time I redial, reconnect, I attack, | |
| Baby please, cut me some slack, | |
| What the ' s to derail? There' s no train on the track. | |
| There' s no train on the track? | |
| I mean, instead of showing me | |
| How all this shit could be all understanding and pretty, | |
| And then throw it under the bus, now it' s 2x petty, | |
| Girl, instead of that lean, douse me in kerosene. | |
| And flick the in match off my shreds, | |
| Like you flicked the memory off the side of the bed, | |
| Singing " Bye Bye Boka, guess you lost it again" | |
| " 27, stupid, said goodbye to your friends, huh? " | |
| Let' s stop for a sec, and unpretend | |
| That we both was in love with concepts in our heads, | |
| Nothing I say or do could be remedial | |
| If you jumping ship the second this shit is inconvenient. | |
| Hook: | |
| I sing you all the songs of my life, but don' t sing along, baby You don' t know the in blues | |
| I tell you every day, every night, but don' t come along, baby You don' t know the in blues | |
| You got me this lump in my throat, we will never get along You don' t know the in blues | |
| I' m going back to my old grind, so don' t come along | |
| You don' t know that shit. x8 | |
| Ey doctor! | |
| You better go Eternal Sunshine on my ass like | |
| I don' t want no more in trouble. | |
| I just wanna blow some in bubbles, | |
| Ya feel? |
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