| Song | 蜗牛 |
| Artist | Yellow Studs |
| Album | San Nen Keika |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I met a metaphorical girl in a metaphysical world | |
| Now you got me day dreaming, sleeping in a curl | |
| Her name on my tongue, a fresh flavor, yup | |
| Whenever she popped up, put a swirl on my cone | |
| I used to rap like I had some marbles in my mouth | |
| But the stones turned precious when they all came out | |
| On a string of deep thought that could never be bought | |
| Body rock don’t stop, be bop to hip hop | |
| Cold as ice so I stared as it thawed to the floor | |
| What was left a shoestring budget on call | |
| Then these new styles came along | |
| Some on to the next on some other hit, their own trip | |
| Colors faded on airbrushed centerfolds, dated | |
| Make you feel old and jaded | |
| The point was to make it and we made it but | |
| We didn’t know how to keep it | |
| Like nice kicks. that wouldn’t fit | |
| Only way was to box it up and duct tape it up | |
| Store it underneath the bed and open it up | |
| Once in a blue moon | |
| Think about a cool ending | |
| To a story that ended too soon | |
| Gotta bring back the feeling | |
| I’ll do anything not to be stuck on fiending | |
| A pen can be sharper than a scalpel to a patient | |
| To an open heart, it’s a daily operation | |
| After six come seven and eight | |
| Access code to the pearly gates | |
| They say heaven can wait | |
| And you speak of fate | |
| A finale to a play for my mate | |
| I see the angels draw the drapes | |
| Over the earthscape | |
| Where the wine is the spirit of grapes | |
| Gotta finish what we started, so I cut the tape | |
| As our records will stay on rotate | |
| You say a circle is a flawless shape | |
| Every part equi-distance from the center | |
| On the arc without a start or a finish | |
| A line on a loop carries weight | |
| A freight train runs unabated | |
| Views vanish from my point vantage | |
| Passages come in and out | |
| The way I recall your antics (how I remember your antics) | |
| Still alive ’cause I said it | |
| A life of its own unless we dead it | |
| Till they see our name in credits | |
| A labor of love you mean slavery | |
| Surely, it’s been quite savory | |
| Crepe on the balcony, verbal alchemy | |
| Pure magic when she touches me | |
| I read that love is kind but it’s also blind of any style | |
| You profess, would you be my guest (you could be my guest) | |
| Happiness is a hot potato that you can’t possess for long | |
| Just pass it on like asong | |
| And I might look calm and collected at a glance | |
| But I taste the void when I’m not connected | |
| To the world kinetic, as opposed to static | |
| Idle hands a workshop of a digital addict (a modern-day addict) | |
| On a hot streak for inspiration is key to feed | |
| The mind in need of stimulation | |
| Elevator music to the space station | |
| Penthouse of stars a-blazing | |
| After six come seven and eight | |
| Access code to the pearly gates | |
| They say heaven can wait | |
| And you speak of fate | |
| A finale to a play for my mate | |
| I see the angels draw the drapes | |
| Over the earthscape | |
| Where the wine is the spirit of grapes | |
| Gotta finish what we started, so I cut this tape | |
| As our records will stay on rotate |
| I met a metaphorical girl in a metaphysical world | |
| Now you got me day dreaming, sleeping in a curl | |
| Her name on my tongue, a fresh flavor, yup | |
| Whenever she popped up, put a swirl on my cone | |
| I used to rap like I had some marbles in my mouth | |
| But the stones turned precious when they all came out | |
| On a string of deep thought that could never be bought | |
| Body rock don' t stop, be bop to hip hop | |
| Cold as ice so I stared as it thawed to the floor | |
| What was left a shoestring budget on call | |
| Then these new styles came along | |
| Some on to the next on some other hit, their own trip | |
| Colors faded on airbrushed centerfolds, dated | |
| Make you feel old and jaded | |
| The point was to make it and we made it but | |
| We didn' t know how to keep it | |
| Like nice kicks. that wouldn' t fit | |
| Only way was to box it up and duct tape it up | |
| Store it underneath the bed and open it up | |
| Once in a blue moon | |
| Think about a cool ending | |
| To a story that ended too soon | |
| Gotta bring back the feeling | |
| I' ll do anything not to be stuck on fiending | |
| A pen can be sharper than a scalpel to a patient | |
| To an open heart, it' s a daily operation | |
| After six come seven and eight | |
| Access code to the pearly gates | |
| They say heaven can wait | |
| And you speak of fate | |
| A finale to a play for my mate | |
| I see the angels draw the drapes | |
| Over the earthscape | |
| Where the wine is the spirit of grapes | |
| Gotta finish what we started, so I cut the tape | |
| As our records will stay on rotate | |
| You say a circle is a flawless shape | |
| Every part equidistance from the center | |
| On the arc without a start or a finish | |
| A line on a loop carries weight | |
| A freight train runs unabated | |
| Views vanish from my point vantage | |
| Passages come in and out | |
| The way I recall your antics how I remember your antics | |
| Still alive ' cause I said it | |
| A life of its own unless we dead it | |
| Till they see our name in credits | |
| A labor of love you mean slavery | |
| Surely, it' s been quite savory | |
| Crepe on the balcony, verbal alchemy | |
| Pure magic when she touches me | |
| I read that love is kind but it' s also blind of any style | |
| You profess, would you be my guest you could be my guest | |
| Happiness is a hot potato that you can' t possess for long | |
| Just pass it on like asong | |
| And I might look calm and collected at a glance | |
| But I taste the void when I' m not connected | |
| To the world kinetic, as opposed to static | |
| Idle hands a workshop of a digital addict a modernday addict | |
| On a hot streak for inspiration is key to feed | |
| The mind in need of stimulation | |
| Elevator music to the space station | |
| Penthouse of stars ablazing | |
| After six come seven and eight | |
| Access code to the pearly gates | |
| They say heaven can wait | |
| And you speak of fate | |
| A finale to a play for my mate | |
| I see the angels draw the drapes | |
| Over the earthscape | |
| Where the wine is the spirit of grapes | |
| Gotta finish what we started, so I cut this tape | |
| As our records will stay on rotate |
| I met a metaphorical girl in a metaphysical world | |
| Now you got me day dreaming, sleeping in a curl | |
| Her name on my tongue, a fresh flavor, yup | |
| Whenever she popped up, put a swirl on my cone | |
| I used to rap like I had some marbles in my mouth | |
| But the stones turned precious when they all came out | |
| On a string of deep thought that could never be bought | |
| Body rock don' t stop, be bop to hip hop | |
| Cold as ice so I stared as it thawed to the floor | |
| What was left a shoestring budget on call | |
| Then these new styles came along | |
| Some on to the next on some other hit, their own trip | |
| Colors faded on airbrushed centerfolds, dated | |
| Make you feel old and jaded | |
| The point was to make it and we made it but | |
| We didn' t know how to keep it | |
| Like nice kicks. that wouldn' t fit | |
| Only way was to box it up and duct tape it up | |
| Store it underneath the bed and open it up | |
| Once in a blue moon | |
| Think about a cool ending | |
| To a story that ended too soon | |
| Gotta bring back the feeling | |
| I' ll do anything not to be stuck on fiending | |
| A pen can be sharper than a scalpel to a patient | |
| To an open heart, it' s a daily operation | |
| After six come seven and eight | |
| Access code to the pearly gates | |
| They say heaven can wait | |
| And you speak of fate | |
| A finale to a play for my mate | |
| I see the angels draw the drapes | |
| Over the earthscape | |
| Where the wine is the spirit of grapes | |
| Gotta finish what we started, so I cut the tape | |
| As our records will stay on rotate | |
| You say a circle is a flawless shape | |
| Every part equidistance from the center | |
| On the arc without a start or a finish | |
| A line on a loop carries weight | |
| A freight train runs unabated | |
| Views vanish from my point vantage | |
| Passages come in and out | |
| The way I recall your antics how I remember your antics | |
| Still alive ' cause I said it | |
| A life of its own unless we dead it | |
| Till they see our name in credits | |
| A labor of love you mean slavery | |
| Surely, it' s been quite savory | |
| Crepe on the balcony, verbal alchemy | |
| Pure magic when she touches me | |
| I read that love is kind but it' s also blind of any style | |
| You profess, would you be my guest you could be my guest | |
| Happiness is a hot potato that you can' t possess for long | |
| Just pass it on like asong | |
| And I might look calm and collected at a glance | |
| But I taste the void when I' m not connected | |
| To the world kinetic, as opposed to static | |
| Idle hands a workshop of a digital addict a modernday addict | |
| On a hot streak for inspiration is key to feed | |
| The mind in need of stimulation | |
| Elevator music to the space station | |
| Penthouse of stars ablazing | |
| After six come seven and eight | |
| Access code to the pearly gates | |
| They say heaven can wait | |
| And you speak of fate | |
| A finale to a play for my mate | |
| I see the angels draw the drapes | |
| Over the earthscape | |
| Where the wine is the spirit of grapes | |
| Gotta finish what we started, so I cut this tape | |
| As our records will stay on rotate |