| Song | Mr. Withers |
| Artist | Tim De Cotta |
| Artist | Evanturetime |
| Artist | BOBBI BROWN |
| Album | Mr. Withers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tim De Cotta/Evan Low | |
| 作曲 : Tim De Cotta/Evan Low | |
| (TIM DE COTTA) | |
| I got my mask on, just like they said it's supposed to be | |
| But all I can remember is the sun we used to see | |
| And as I think about it, how can this be? | |
| Gone are the lovely days where his music moved me | |
| Just like this beat that we be riding on | |
| His legacy be shining on | |
| We could lean on him | |
| Like you can lean on me | |
| So brothers and sisters you will see | |
| We won't wither... | |
| (BOBBI BROWN) | |
| I have a pen and a paper | |
| But I can't write no more | |
| Staring up at the ceiling | |
| What do we do this for? | |
| Walking to the liquor store | |
| Hoping they will sell me more | |
| Gordon's gin, maaannn I am such a boar | |
| Pig headed brilliance is alllll that Im after | |
| Humble beginnings will only ever make you dafter | |
| Drafting resilience | |
| Healing by the billions | |
| Thought I'd get to shake your hand and thank you in Vermilion | |
| Better off dead | |
| That's what | |
| she said | |
| No capillary bed | |
| To rest my head | |
| Misread the purebreds | |
| With banana bread | |
| Check your ego like a free throw | |
| Everybody know that life is moving at allegro | |
| So, before you get to saying | |
| "I know, I know!" | |
| Hold everyone you got | |
| No room for dominoes | |
| I am only slowing down cause I got to go | |
| B-O to the B-B-I | |
| You already know | |
| We won't wither... |
| zuo ci : Tim De Cotta Evan Low | |
| zuo qu : Tim De Cotta Evan Low | |
| TIM DE COTTA | |
| I got my mask on, just like they said it' s supposed to be | |
| But all I can remember is the sun we used to see | |
| And as I think about it, how can this be? | |
| Gone are the lovely days where his music moved me | |
| Just like this beat that we be riding on | |
| His legacy be shining on | |
| We could lean on him | |
| Like you can lean on me | |
| So brothers and sisters you will see | |
| We won' t wither. . . | |
| BOBBI BROWN | |
| I have a pen and a paper | |
| But I can' t write no more | |
| Staring up at the ceiling | |
| What do we do this for? | |
| Walking to the liquor store | |
| Hoping they will sell me more | |
| Gordon' s gin, maaannn I am such a boar | |
| Pig headed brilliance is alllll that Im after | |
| Humble beginnings will only ever make you dafter | |
| Drafting resilience | |
| Healing by the billions | |
| Thought I' d get to shake your hand and thank you in Vermilion | |
| Better off dead | |
| That' s what | |
| she said | |
| No capillary bed | |
| To rest my head | |
| Misread the purebreds | |
| With banana bread | |
| Check your ego like a free throw | |
| Everybody know that life is moving at allegro | |
| So, before you get to saying | |
| " I know, I know! " | |
| Hold everyone you got | |
| No room for dominoes | |
| I am only slowing down cause I got to go | |
| B-O to the B-B-I | |
| You already know | |
| We won' t wither. . . |
| zuò cí : Tim De Cotta Evan Low | |
| zuò qǔ : Tim De Cotta Evan Low | |
| TIM DE COTTA | |
| I got my mask on, just like they said it' s supposed to be | |
| But all I can remember is the sun we used to see | |
| And as I think about it, how can this be? | |
| Gone are the lovely days where his music moved me | |
| Just like this beat that we be riding on | |
| His legacy be shining on | |
| We could lean on him | |
| Like you can lean on me | |
| So brothers and sisters you will see | |
| We won' t wither. . . | |
| BOBBI BROWN | |
| I have a pen and a paper | |
| But I can' t write no more | |
| Staring up at the ceiling | |
| What do we do this for? | |
| Walking to the liquor store | |
| Hoping they will sell me more | |
| Gordon' s gin, maaannn I am such a boar | |
| Pig headed brilliance is alllll that Im after | |
| Humble beginnings will only ever make you dafter | |
| Drafting resilience | |
| Healing by the billions | |
| Thought I' d get to shake your hand and thank you in Vermilion | |
| Better off dead | |
| That' s what | |
| she said | |
| No capillary bed | |
| To rest my head | |
| Misread the purebreds | |
| With banana bread | |
| Check your ego like a free throw | |
| Everybody know that life is moving at allegro | |
| So, before you get to saying | |
| " I know, I know! " | |
| Hold everyone you got | |
| No room for dominoes | |
| I am only slowing down cause I got to go | |
| B-O to the B-B-I | |
| You already know | |
| We won' t wither. . . |