| Song | Lemon Rinds |
| Artist | Preservation |
| Artist | Billy Woods |
| Album | Eastern Medicine, Western Illness |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : F. Porter/billy woods |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Preservation |
| [00:03.051] | Why did you come to stay in Hong Kong |
| [00:06.210] | You don't know then, what I'm doing here |
| [00:11.464] | I made it easy for her to leave, word to God |
| [00:14.661] | Five years a show, that's that old college try |
| [00:17.861] | 4-20 blackbirds baked in the pie |
| [00:21.220] | Cut it open, they fly out alive (If it please the king) |
| [00:25.249] | In practice, avoid tryhard bammers tryna make the team |
| [00:28.229] | New n!ggas who just wanna hang |
| [00:29.921] | Pop up, whack-a-mole, I'm not in the picture frame |
| [00:33.268] | Embarrassed when you seen that |
| [00:35.245] | Tube of skin-lightening cream (If it please the queen) |
| [00:38.802] | She came like the wench, she wore sharp rings |
| [00:41.805] | First date but the picture on her easel was him, unsettling |
| [00:45.469] | But he old enough to know that what you get for meddling |
| [00:48.635] | Back still hurt but there ain't no more medicine |
| [00:51.406] | That's when the demon said, "Let us in" |
| [00:53.568] | Nowhere to hide, start Jeckyllin' |
| [00:55.899] | People walk 'round like weren't nev' gon' be a reckoning |
| [00:59.363] | Lemon rind to the ash, black roses in her lap |
| [01:02.835] | Give him his flowers, squiggly lines coming off the bags |
| [01:06.480] | Still wrapped like it's a fad, still drift off, thinking of the past |
| [01:11.576] | Snapback |
| [01:13.892] | Lemon rind to the ash, black roses in her lap |
| [01:16.813] | Give him his flowers, squiggly lines coming off the bags |
| [01:20.297] | Still wrapped like it's a fad, still drift off, thinking of the past |
| [01:27.827] | If they laugh at the wrong time, I'm on the direct flight to South Africa |
| [01:31.678] | I've been wasting time since the back of the aero Acura |
| [01:34.739] | The politics in space, colonialism, and Bram Stoker's Dracula |
| [01:38.330] | Two doors down where Curly Castro |
| [01:41.543] | I've been at it, this just fuccing padding stats |
| [01:46.907] | Padding stats |
| [01:48.831] | Body in the morgue, the spirit loiter |
| [01:51.521] | Give thanks, Lord, Yom Kippur |
| [01:53.414] | Bigger Thomas at the furnace, feed the boiler |
| [01:56.098] | Oily black smoke sour-sweet like meat burning |
| [01:59.415] | Blackface burnish, black hearse, black curtains |
| [02:02.590] | Or shadows like steeples on churches |
| [02:05.190] | Louisiana Purchase in the duffel, nervous |
| [02:08.467] | Conditions, he won't listen, he's riffing while I'm telling him stuff |
| [02:12.272] | Nodding like I'm listening, wondering when we gone |
| [02:15.742] | Hey it's fucced up because it's true |
| [02:22.666] | If they laugh at the wrong time, man, I'm going to South Africa, man |
| [02:29.914] | True |
| [02:34.581] | First-class the whole way |
| [02:37.140] | No check bags |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : F. Porter billy woods |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Preservation |
| [00:03.051] | Why did you come to stay in Hong Kong |
| [00:06.210] | You don' t know then, what I' m doing here |
| [00:11.464] | I made it easy for her to leave, word to God |
| [00:14.661] | Five years a show, that' s that old college try |
| [00:17.861] | 4-20 blackbirds baked in the pie |
| [00:21.220] | Cut it open, they fly out alive If it please the king |
| [00:25.249] | In practice, avoid tryhard bammers tryna make the team |
| [00:28.229] | New n! ggas who just wanna hang |
| [00:29.921] | Pop up, whack-a-mole, I' m not in the picture frame |
| [00:33.268] | Embarrassed when you seen that |
| [00:35.245] | Tube of skin-lightening cream If it please the queen |
| [00:38.802] | She came like the wench, she wore sharp rings |
| [00:41.805] | First date but the picture on her easel was him, unsettling |
| [00:45.469] | But he old enough to know that what you get for meddling |
| [00:48.635] | Back still hurt but there ain' t no more medicine |
| [00:51.406] | That' s when the demon said, " Let us in" |
| [00:53.568] | Nowhere to hide, start Jeckyllin' |
| [00:55.899] | People walk ' round like weren' t nev' gon' be a reckoning |
| [00:59.363] | Lemon rind to the ash, black roses in her lap |
| [01:02.835] | Give him his flowers, squiggly lines coming off the bags |
| [01:06.480] | Still wrapped like it' s a fad, still drift off, thinking of the past |
| [01:11.576] | Snapback |
| [01:13.892] | Lemon rind to the ash, black roses in her lap |
| [01:16.813] | Give him his flowers, squiggly lines coming off the bags |
| [01:20.297] | Still wrapped like it' s a fad, still drift off, thinking of the past |
| [01:27.827] | If they laugh at the wrong time, I' m on the direct flight to South Africa |
| [01:31.678] | I' ve been wasting time since the back of the aero Acura |
| [01:34.739] | The politics in space, colonialism, and Bram Stoker' s Dracula |
| [01:38.330] | Two doors down where Curly Castro |
| [01:41.543] | I' ve been at it, this just fuccing padding stats |
| [01:46.907] | Padding stats |
| [01:48.831] | Body in the morgue, the spirit loiter |
| [01:51.521] | Give thanks, Lord, Yom Kippur |
| [01:53.414] | Bigger Thomas at the furnace, feed the boiler |
| [01:56.098] | Oily black smoke sour-sweet like meat burning |
| [01:59.415] | Blackface burnish, black hearse, black curtains |
| [02:02.590] | Or shadows like steeples on churches |
| [02:05.190] | Louisiana Purchase in the duffel, nervous |
| [02:08.467] | Conditions, he won' t listen, he' s riffing while I' m telling him stuff |
| [02:12.272] | Nodding like I' m listening, wondering when we gone |
| [02:15.742] | Hey it' s fucced up because it' s true |
| [02:22.666] | If they laugh at the wrong time, man, I' m going to South Africa, man |
| [02:29.914] | True |
| [02:34.581] | First-class the whole way |
| [02:37.140] | No check bags |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : F. Porter billy woods |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Preservation |
| [00:03.051] | Why did you come to stay in Hong Kong |
| [00:06.210] | You don' t know then, what I' m doing here |
| [00:11.464] | I made it easy for her to leave, word to God |
| [00:14.661] | Five years a show, that' s that old college try |
| [00:17.861] | 4-20 blackbirds baked in the pie |
| [00:21.220] | Cut it open, they fly out alive If it please the king |
| [00:25.249] | In practice, avoid tryhard bammers tryna make the team |
| [00:28.229] | New n! ggas who just wanna hang |
| [00:29.921] | Pop up, whack-a-mole, I' m not in the picture frame |
| [00:33.268] | Embarrassed when you seen that |
| [00:35.245] | Tube of skin-lightening cream If it please the queen |
| [00:38.802] | She came like the wench, she wore sharp rings |
| [00:41.805] | First date but the picture on her easel was him, unsettling |
| [00:45.469] | But he old enough to know that what you get for meddling |
| [00:48.635] | Back still hurt but there ain' t no more medicine |
| [00:51.406] | That' s when the demon said, " Let us in" |
| [00:53.568] | Nowhere to hide, start Jeckyllin' |
| [00:55.899] | People walk ' round like weren' t nev' gon' be a reckoning |
| [00:59.363] | Lemon rind to the ash, black roses in her lap |
| [01:02.835] | Give him his flowers, squiggly lines coming off the bags |
| [01:06.480] | Still wrapped like it' s a fad, still drift off, thinking of the past |
| [01:11.576] | Snapback |
| [01:13.892] | Lemon rind to the ash, black roses in her lap |
| [01:16.813] | Give him his flowers, squiggly lines coming off the bags |
| [01:20.297] | Still wrapped like it' s a fad, still drift off, thinking of the past |
| [01:27.827] | If they laugh at the wrong time, I' m on the direct flight to South Africa |
| [01:31.678] | I' ve been wasting time since the back of the aero Acura |
| [01:34.739] | The politics in space, colonialism, and Bram Stoker' s Dracula |
| [01:38.330] | Two doors down where Curly Castro |
| [01:41.543] | I' ve been at it, this just fuccing padding stats |
| [01:46.907] | Padding stats |
| [01:48.831] | Body in the morgue, the spirit loiter |
| [01:51.521] | Give thanks, Lord, Yom Kippur |
| [01:53.414] | Bigger Thomas at the furnace, feed the boiler |
| [01:56.098] | Oily black smoke sour-sweet like meat burning |
| [01:59.415] | Blackface burnish, black hearse, black curtains |
| [02:02.590] | Or shadows like steeples on churches |
| [02:05.190] | Louisiana Purchase in the duffel, nervous |
| [02:08.467] | Conditions, he won' t listen, he' s riffing while I' m telling him stuff |
| [02:12.272] | Nodding like I' m listening, wondering when we gone |
| [02:15.742] | Hey it' s fucced up because it' s true |
| [02:22.666] | If they laugh at the wrong time, man, I' m going to South Africa, man |
| [02:29.914] | True |
| [02:34.581] | First-class the whole way |
| [02:37.140] | No check bags |