| Song | Sun Storm |
| Artist | Mac Lethal |
| Album | 11:11 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Mac Lethal |
| [00:04.32] | Conflict resolution, |
| [00:08.25] | and that's damn sure not a specialty, |
| [00:12.36] | I wanna thank everyone for listening to the album that they just listened to, |
| [00:15.75] | Please don't take out your lighters though; it's kinda sad. |
| [00:22.29] | I'm from the meth lab city of broken dreams, |
| [00:24.90] | and cracked out dopamines, |
| [00:26.31] | where everybody's looking for an ocean scene, |
| [00:28.62] | where 'Pac and Biggie are passe cuz back home, |
| [00:31.32] | we speak in terms of Mac Dre and Fat Tone, |
| [00:34.32] | I'm from a city where there's actually people, |
| [00:36.54] | that are bothered by the thought of homosexual marriage, |
| [00:39.48] | the bible belt, friendly smiles, and Christian steeples, |
| [00:42.54] | and names like Bobby Sue Jenkins and Belinda Peoples, |
| [00:45.78] | this town is so eerie when it snows, |
| [00:47.97] | all the trees look like ghosts appearing from the road, |
| [00:50.79] | the crows flew south of heaven and found the elixir, |
| [00:53.67] | the echo of silence whispers from the mouth of the river, |
| [00:56.58] | to say... yeah the city could be great one day, |
| [00:59.10] | but the first step is getting out of our own way. |
| [01:02.04] | I've been to bigger cities, they produce bigger frowns, |
| [01:04.95] | I'll die, right here, in this town. |
| [01:07.44] | And I know, |
| [01:19.47] | there's something beautiful within my grasp, |
| [01:21.72] | And I know, |
| [01:22.29] | I think I'm satisfied but it won't last |
| [01:24.48] | And I know, |
| [01:25.02] | to lace my boots up and pick my path, |
| [01:27.48] | I'll find another rainstorm to fill my glass |
| [01:30.06] | (x2) |
| [01:30.12] | So quote my life as written by anonymous, **** it, |
| [01:33.15] | I think I'll keep the liquid courage and the broken promises, |
| [01:36.18] | so if you're coming over bring a bottle and a cup, |
| [01:38.67] | there's a war going on outside-- and I don't give a ****, |
| [01:41.82] | I could never win the fight for me, |
| [01:43.92] | I could only minimize the details of my life story, |
| [01:47.40] | I was born, late July, 1981, |
| [01:49.86] | skip a bunch of bullshit until now and then the story's done, |
| [01:53.28] | but I'mma write the chapters later in my life, |
| [01:55.68] | in a nursing home with a sweet lady for a wife, |
| [01:58.44] | both of us in wheelchairs we quietly hold hands, |
| [02:01.41] | it's strange, but one day, I'm gonna be an old man, |
| [02:04.89] | I hope to be happy on that day because I finally stood up, |
| [02:08.22] | and moved the hell out of my own way. |
| [02:10.62] | I need to move the hell out of my own way, |
| [02:12.81] | Note to self: And so do you. |
| [02:15.15] | And I know, |
| [02:15.93] | there's something beautiful within my grasp, |
| [02:18.18] | And I know, |
| [02:18.78] | I think I'm satisfied but it won't last |
| [02:20.97] | And I know, |
| [02:21.48] | to lace my boots up and pick my path, |
| [02:35.25] | I'll find another rainstorm to fill my glass. |
| [02:37.89] | (x4) |
| [02:55.14] | No no no no no, |
| [03:03.96] | Don't get your lighters out, |
| [03:06.93] | This isn't Ben Harper, |
| [03:11.04] | Thank you seven, |
| [03:13.83] | Thank you opus, |
| [03:16.89] | and thank you Kansas City, |
| [03:20.43] | Good night. |
| [03:25.74] | BOW MOTHA ****A WHAT? |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Mac Lethal |
| [00:04.32] | Conflict resolution, |
| [00:08.25] | and that' s damn sure not a specialty, |
| [00:12.36] | I wanna thank everyone for listening to the album that they just listened to, |
| [00:15.75] | Please don' t take out your lighters though it' s kinda sad. |
| [00:22.29] | I' m from the meth lab city of broken dreams, |
| [00:24.90] | and cracked out dopamines, |
| [00:26.31] | where everybody' s looking for an ocean scene, |
| [00:28.62] | where ' Pac and Biggie are passe cuz back home, |
| [00:31.32] | we speak in terms of Mac Dre and Fat Tone, |
| [00:34.32] | I' m from a city where there' s actually people, |
| [00:36.54] | that are bothered by the thought of homosexual marriage, |
| [00:39.48] | the bible belt, friendly smiles, and Christian steeples, |
| [00:42.54] | and names like Bobby Sue Jenkins and Belinda Peoples, |
| [00:45.78] | this town is so eerie when it snows, |
| [00:47.97] | all the trees look like ghosts appearing from the road, |
| [00:50.79] | the crows flew south of heaven and found the elixir, |
| [00:53.67] | the echo of silence whispers from the mouth of the river, |
| [00:56.58] | to say. . . yeah the city could be great one day, |
| [00:59.10] | but the first step is getting out of our own way. |
| [01:02.04] | I' ve been to bigger cities, they produce bigger frowns, |
| [01:04.95] | I' ll die, right here, in this town. |
| [01:07.44] | And I know, |
| [01:19.47] | there' s something beautiful within my grasp, |
| [01:21.72] | And I know, |
| [01:22.29] | I think I' m satisfied but it won' t last |
| [01:24.48] | And I know, |
| [01:25.02] | to lace my boots up and pick my path, |
| [01:27.48] | I' ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass |
| [01:30.06] | x2 |
| [01:30.12] | So quote my life as written by anonymous, it, |
| [01:33.15] | I think I' ll keep the liquid courage and the broken promises, |
| [01:36.18] | so if you' re coming over bring a bottle and a cup, |
| [01:38.67] | there' s a war going on outside-- and I don' t give a, |
| [01:41.82] | I could never win the fight for me, |
| [01:43.92] | I could only minimize the details of my life story, |
| [01:47.40] | I was born, late July, 1981, |
| [01:49.86] | skip a bunch of bullshit until now and then the story' s done, |
| [01:53.28] | but I' mma write the chapters later in my life, |
| [01:55.68] | in a nursing home with a sweet lady for a wife, |
| [01:58.44] | both of us in wheelchairs we quietly hold hands, |
| [02:01.41] | it' s strange, but one day, I' m gonna be an old man, |
| [02:04.89] | I hope to be happy on that day because I finally stood up, |
| [02:08.22] | and moved the hell out of my own way. |
| [02:10.62] | I need to move the hell out of my own way, |
| [02:12.81] | Note to self: And so do you. |
| [02:15.15] | And I know, |
| [02:15.93] | there' s something beautiful within my grasp, |
| [02:18.18] | And I know, |
| [02:18.78] | I think I' m satisfied but it won' t last |
| [02:20.97] | And I know, |
| [02:21.48] | to lace my boots up and pick my path, |
| [02:35.25] | I' ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass. |
| [02:37.89] | x4 |
| [02:55.14] | No no no no no, |
| [03:03.96] | Don' t get your lighters out, |
| [03:06.93] | This isn' t Ben Harper, |
| [03:11.04] | Thank you seven, |
| [03:13.83] | Thank you opus, |
| [03:16.89] | and thank you Kansas City, |
| [03:20.43] | Good night. |
| [03:25.74] | BOW MOTHA A WHAT? |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Mac Lethal |
| [00:04.32] | Conflict resolution, |
| [00:08.25] | and that' s damn sure not a specialty, |
| [00:12.36] | I wanna thank everyone for listening to the album that they just listened to, |
| [00:15.75] | Please don' t take out your lighters though it' s kinda sad. |
| [00:22.29] | I' m from the meth lab city of broken dreams, |
| [00:24.90] | and cracked out dopamines, |
| [00:26.31] | where everybody' s looking for an ocean scene, |
| [00:28.62] | where ' Pac and Biggie are passe cuz back home, |
| [00:31.32] | we speak in terms of Mac Dre and Fat Tone, |
| [00:34.32] | I' m from a city where there' s actually people, |
| [00:36.54] | that are bothered by the thought of homosexual marriage, |
| [00:39.48] | the bible belt, friendly smiles, and Christian steeples, |
| [00:42.54] | and names like Bobby Sue Jenkins and Belinda Peoples, |
| [00:45.78] | this town is so eerie when it snows, |
| [00:47.97] | all the trees look like ghosts appearing from the road, |
| [00:50.79] | the crows flew south of heaven and found the elixir, |
| [00:53.67] | the echo of silence whispers from the mouth of the river, |
| [00:56.58] | to say. . . yeah the city could be great one day, |
| [00:59.10] | but the first step is getting out of our own way. |
| [01:02.04] | I' ve been to bigger cities, they produce bigger frowns, |
| [01:04.95] | I' ll die, right here, in this town. |
| [01:07.44] | And I know, |
| [01:19.47] | there' s something beautiful within my grasp, |
| [01:21.72] | And I know, |
| [01:22.29] | I think I' m satisfied but it won' t last |
| [01:24.48] | And I know, |
| [01:25.02] | to lace my boots up and pick my path, |
| [01:27.48] | I' ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass |
| [01:30.06] | x2 |
| [01:30.12] | So quote my life as written by anonymous, it, |
| [01:33.15] | I think I' ll keep the liquid courage and the broken promises, |
| [01:36.18] | so if you' re coming over bring a bottle and a cup, |
| [01:38.67] | there' s a war going on outside-- and I don' t give a, |
| [01:41.82] | I could never win the fight for me, |
| [01:43.92] | I could only minimize the details of my life story, |
| [01:47.40] | I was born, late July, 1981, |
| [01:49.86] | skip a bunch of bullshit until now and then the story' s done, |
| [01:53.28] | but I' mma write the chapters later in my life, |
| [01:55.68] | in a nursing home with a sweet lady for a wife, |
| [01:58.44] | both of us in wheelchairs we quietly hold hands, |
| [02:01.41] | it' s strange, but one day, I' m gonna be an old man, |
| [02:04.89] | I hope to be happy on that day because I finally stood up, |
| [02:08.22] | and moved the hell out of my own way. |
| [02:10.62] | I need to move the hell out of my own way, |
| [02:12.81] | Note to self: And so do you. |
| [02:15.15] | And I know, |
| [02:15.93] | there' s something beautiful within my grasp, |
| [02:18.18] | And I know, |
| [02:18.78] | I think I' m satisfied but it won' t last |
| [02:20.97] | And I know, |
| [02:21.48] | to lace my boots up and pick my path, |
| [02:35.25] | I' ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass. |
| [02:37.89] | x4 |
| [02:55.14] | No no no no no, |
| [03:03.96] | Don' t get your lighters out, |
| [03:06.93] | This isn' t Ben Harper, |
| [03:11.04] | Thank you seven, |
| [03:13.83] | Thank you opus, |
| [03:16.89] | and thank you Kansas City, |
| [03:20.43] | Good night. |
| [03:25.74] | BOW MOTHA A WHAT? |