Bob Ross Lyrics
| Song | Bob Ross |
| Artist | Killah Priest |
| Album | Rocket to Nebula |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Walter Reed |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Walter Reed |
| [00:05.054] | My life is a transition |
| [00:06.711] | Something wonderful is unfolding within my writtens |
| [00:09.726] | Inside my space book, the Jesus, jedi, the unknown, god’s chromosome |
| [00:13.789] | Beautiful color tone cover my bones |
| [00:16.100] | The sky color of red dye |
| [00:17.808] | Beneath the ascension solar system |
| [00:19.753] | From supernovas, I unrolled into this existence |
| [00:21.942] | Unfolded, vibrated out of light |
| [00:24.019] | But icy shadows gave me my pigment |
| [00:25.904] | My flesh is tinted, o***m scented |
| [00:28.156] | No religion, I wrote the sentence |
| [00:29.898] | I’m true and living |
| [00:31.048] | The summer ghost and the yellow coat |
| [00:32.952] | I watch the sky crack like an egg |
| [00:34.890] | The clouds spread out like the whites, the sun was the yolk |
| [00:37.336] | Liquid sunshine, wishful dreams |
| [00:39.294] | Mystic pastime, I fed the fish in the stream |
| [00:41.837] | That’s where I met her, Metu Neter, Neter Metu |
| [00:44.144] | Before the ancestors came to get her |
| [00:47.046] | From a pillar of smoke, she spoke |
| [00:49.306] | My humble posture stood by the willow oak |
| [00:51.767] | She said, “Killah, you woke, stay woke” |
| [00:54.218] | We spoke all night ’til day broke |
| [00:56.225] | It’s like I spoke to Gabriel or hundreds of angels |
| [00:59.596] | Standing at the top of the trail was a gray horned owl |
| [01:03.013] | Storm clouds, then calmed down |
| [01:05.525] | It’s late afternoon in the woods where there’s bears and wolves |
| [01:09.747] | It’s rare but oh yeah, without a care, I’m good |
| [01:13.241] | The freelancer in the flatlands |
| [01:15.795] | I need answers, don’t tap dance |
| [01:17.704] | More enhanced black man |
| [01:19.581] In the daylight [?] | , we never seen the meadows and the marshlands |
| [01:24.202] | Ta-da, I make my art stand with a harp in hand |
| [01:27.514] | Imagination parades with a marching band |
| [01:30.363] | All started from rapping at park jams |
| [01:32.743] | It’s funny, sometimes I think it’s all part of a plan |
| [01:36.241] | The ghetto never seen the evergreen |
| [01:38.564] | Long fields of rain over prairies |
| [01:41.190] | Open country, floating fairies |
| [01:43.435] | Fine dandelions to sleep in, emotions are heavy |
| [01:46.565] | Right here is where you vision a patch of berries |
| [01:49.027] | These are Bob Ross thoughts, but my paint brush is how I came up |
| [01:52.502] | It was gang stuff, stick ups, c*****e rush |
| [01:55.309] | Hop in the trains and the bus |
| [01:57.321] | Hold up, let me explain, I never thought King Tut was the same as us |
| [02:01.285] | Never puffed dust, maybe once |
| [02:03.344] | Never slang much but the football game was tough |
| [02:06.184] | Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood was in the midst of robbers on Gates and Hood’s |
| [02:11.041] | Deep thoughts, unknown source |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Walter Reed |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Walter Reed |
| [00:05.054] | My life is a transition |
| [00:06.711] | Something wonderful is unfolding within my writtens |
| [00:09.726] | Inside my space book, the Jesus, jedi, the unknown, god' s chromosome |
| [00:13.789] | Beautiful color tone cover my bones |
| [00:16.100] | The sky color of red dye |
| [00:17.808] | Beneath the ascension solar system |
| [00:19.753] | From supernovas, I unrolled into this existence |
| [00:21.942] | Unfolded, vibrated out of light |
| [00:24.019] | But icy shadows gave me my pigment |
| [00:25.904] | My flesh is tinted, o m scented |
| [00:28.156] | No religion, I wrote the sentence |
| [00:29.898] | I' m true and living |
| [00:31.048] | The summer ghost and the yellow coat |
| [00:32.952] | I watch the sky crack like an egg |
| [00:34.890] | The clouds spread out like the whites, the sun was the yolk |
| [00:37.336] | Liquid sunshine, wishful dreams |
| [00:39.294] | Mystic pastime, I fed the fish in the stream |
| [00:41.837] | That' s where I met her, Metu Neter, Neter Metu |
| [00:44.144] | Before the ancestors came to get her |
| [00:47.046] | From a pillar of smoke, she spoke |
| [00:49.306] | My humble posture stood by the willow oak |
| [00:51.767] | She said, " Killah, you woke, stay woke" |
| [00:54.218] | We spoke all night ' til day broke |
| [00:56.225] | It' s like I spoke to Gabriel or hundreds of angels |
| [00:59.596] | Standing at the top of the trail was a gray horned owl |
| [01:03.013] | Storm clouds, then calmed down |
| [01:05.525] | It' s late afternoon in the woods where there' s bears and wolves |
| [01:09.747] | It' s rare but oh yeah, without a care, I' m good |
| [01:13.241] | The freelancer in the flatlands |
| [01:15.795] | I need answers, don' t tap dance |
| [01:17.704] | More enhanced black man |
| [01:19.581] In the daylight [?] | , we never seen the meadows and the marshlands |
| [01:24.202] | Ta-da, I make my art stand with a harp in hand |
| [01:27.514] | Imagination parades with a marching band |
| [01:30.363] | All started from rapping at park jams |
| [01:32.743] | It' s funny, sometimes I think it' s all part of a plan |
| [01:36.241] | The ghetto never seen the evergreen |
| [01:38.564] | Long fields of rain over prairies |
| [01:41.190] | Open country, floating fairies |
| [01:43.435] | Fine dandelions to sleep in, emotions are heavy |
| [01:46.565] | Right here is where you vision a patch of berries |
| [01:49.027] | These are Bob Ross thoughts, but my paint brush is how I came up |
| [01:52.502] | It was gang stuff, stick ups, c e rush |
| [01:55.309] | Hop in the trains and the bus |
| [01:57.321] | Hold up, let me explain, I never thought King Tut was the same as us |
| [02:01.285] | Never puffed dust, maybe once |
| [02:03.344] | Never slang much but the football game was tough |
| [02:06.184] | Mister Rogers' Neighborhood was in the midst of robbers on Gates and Hood' s |
| [02:11.041] | Deep thoughts, unknown source |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Walter Reed |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Walter Reed |
| [00:05.054] | My life is a transition |
| [00:06.711] | Something wonderful is unfolding within my writtens |
| [00:09.726] | Inside my space book, the Jesus, jedi, the unknown, god' s chromosome |
| [00:13.789] | Beautiful color tone cover my bones |
| [00:16.100] | The sky color of red dye |
| [00:17.808] | Beneath the ascension solar system |
| [00:19.753] | From supernovas, I unrolled into this existence |
| [00:21.942] | Unfolded, vibrated out of light |
| [00:24.019] | But icy shadows gave me my pigment |
| [00:25.904] | My flesh is tinted, o m scented |
| [00:28.156] | No religion, I wrote the sentence |
| [00:29.898] | I' m true and living |
| [00:31.048] | The summer ghost and the yellow coat |
| [00:32.952] | I watch the sky crack like an egg |
| [00:34.890] | The clouds spread out like the whites, the sun was the yolk |
| [00:37.336] | Liquid sunshine, wishful dreams |
| [00:39.294] | Mystic pastime, I fed the fish in the stream |
| [00:41.837] | That' s where I met her, Metu Neter, Neter Metu |
| [00:44.144] | Before the ancestors came to get her |
| [00:47.046] | From a pillar of smoke, she spoke |
| [00:49.306] | My humble posture stood by the willow oak |
| [00:51.767] | She said, " Killah, you woke, stay woke" |
| [00:54.218] | We spoke all night ' til day broke |
| [00:56.225] | It' s like I spoke to Gabriel or hundreds of angels |
| [00:59.596] | Standing at the top of the trail was a gray horned owl |
| [01:03.013] | Storm clouds, then calmed down |
| [01:05.525] | It' s late afternoon in the woods where there' s bears and wolves |
| [01:09.747] | It' s rare but oh yeah, without a care, I' m good |
| [01:13.241] | The freelancer in the flatlands |
| [01:15.795] | I need answers, don' t tap dance |
| [01:17.704] | More enhanced black man |
| [01:19.581] In the daylight [?] | , we never seen the meadows and the marshlands |
| [01:24.202] | Ta-da, I make my art stand with a harp in hand |
| [01:27.514] | Imagination parades with a marching band |
| [01:30.363] | All started from rapping at park jams |
| [01:32.743] | It' s funny, sometimes I think it' s all part of a plan |
| [01:36.241] | The ghetto never seen the evergreen |
| [01:38.564] | Long fields of rain over prairies |
| [01:41.190] | Open country, floating fairies |
| [01:43.435] | Fine dandelions to sleep in, emotions are heavy |
| [01:46.565] | Right here is where you vision a patch of berries |
| [01:49.027] | These are Bob Ross thoughts, but my paint brush is how I came up |
| [01:52.502] | It was gang stuff, stick ups, c e rush |
| [01:55.309] | Hop in the trains and the bus |
| [01:57.321] | Hold up, let me explain, I never thought King Tut was the same as us |
| [02:01.285] | Never puffed dust, maybe once |
| [02:03.344] | Never slang much but the football game was tough |
| [02:06.184] | Mister Rogers' Neighborhood was in the midst of robbers on Gates and Hood' s |
| [02:11.041] | Deep thoughts, unknown source |
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