Song | Fly Fly Away |
Artist | Kero One |
Album | Windmills Of The Soul Instrumental |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kero One | |
(Verse 1) | |
In this game I don't claim to be a veteran, | |
I?m just spittin lyrical Excedrin for brethren, | |
Medicine to keep your head from spinning when | |
Rappers mumble jargon, I fumble rhymes and start an arson | |
Burning gassed up heads and sparking light to brighten dark ends | |
Of the mind, now let it shine | |
So we can all be the kerosene | |
Fearing no team man or human being are you believing? | |
If I speak truth will I lose market share? | |
Cause it?s something the public wont digest in its ears? | |
Well I don't care. I?m rolling on spares | |
On the road surpassing obstacles that?s there | |
And I swear I?ll hold down the fort like mayor | |
As a temporary duty since my home ain?t here | |
I said I swear I hold down the fort like mayor | |
As a love for the people since my home ain?t here | |
And its time... | |
(verse 2) | |
I feel like an alien outcast in a world so vast | |
Searching miles for my niche but lost in the mist | |
So what?s the answer to this... | |
Cause one always exists, with every question that hits | |
And yeah, some hit like Tyson, hard to the jaw | |
Impairing your ability to answer at all | |
Leaving the question in awe cause we ain?t trying to fight back | |
But if we're born with teeth we're born to bite back | |
So I ask, how long does life lasts | |
Regardless of color or age can it go in a flash | |
Well in fact, it really only lasts a minute versus the infinite | |
A concept too intricate for the intellect | |
So some get intimate with earths filthiness | |
Where melodies are dark and human?s are used as instruments | |
Where drugs and booze are often abused | |
Best friends stab backs then wrap their arms around you | |
Where its true lives are driven by power and fame | |
Driven by sex, success, approval, and pain | |
And for what? Nothing?s left when we're driven to graves | |
Just memories of the past, or a loved ones pain | |
And its real what?s seen today fades away | |
But the unseen?s eternal so I cherish its stay | |
The un-American way but I must maintain | |
Cause if I forfeit my soul, then what?s been gained? | |
(verse 3) | |
So sometimes, I grab my pen and write rhymes | |
My mind breathes when the ink flows into nighttime | |
I plant seeds, and watch ?em grow into trees | |
Produce fruit from leaves and feed the people in need | |
And that?s the truth if that fruit is wealthy | |
Who cares if music?s moving if the products unhealthy | |
I?m looking at the crowd for that one who felt me | |
Helping' me raise the bet on these cards God dealt me | |
But still some doubt it?s worth pursuing | |
We've all been given gifts so now how we going to use ?em | |
I?m on the outside looking in at the confusion | |
I been there before swinging fists at those illusions | |
Now I fight the hands of time, with my might | |
So my life can be seen as worthy in hindsight | |
I clutch my mic tight and ponder the way | |
Reflecting back sometimes on this temporary stay | |
But I won't get attached cause I know where home is | |
And reach out to souls that are currently homeless | |
Cause some claim the earth and clown around ?till it hurts us | |
In this circus a juggling act that makes me nervous | |
Maybe its entertaining when you look at its surface | |
But step outside the ring and ask is it all worth it | |
Just step outside the ring and ask is it all worth it | |
Just step outside the ring on this temporary stay.. |
zuo qu : Kero One | |
Verse 1 | |
In this game I don' t claim to be a veteran, | |
I? m just spittin lyrical Excedrin for brethren, | |
Medicine to keep your head from spinning when | |
Rappers mumble jargon, I fumble rhymes and start an arson | |
Burning gassed up heads and sparking light to brighten dark ends | |
Of the mind, now let it shine | |
So we can all be the kerosene | |
Fearing no team man or human being are you believing? | |
If I speak truth will I lose market share? | |
Cause it? s something the public wont digest in its ears? | |
Well I don' t care. I? m rolling on spares | |
On the road surpassing obstacles that? s there | |
And I swear I? ll hold down the fort like mayor | |
As a temporary duty since my home ain? t here | |
I said I swear I hold down the fort like mayor | |
As a love for the people since my home ain? t here | |
And its time... | |
verse 2 | |
I feel like an alien outcast in a world so vast | |
Searching miles for my niche but lost in the mist | |
So what? s the answer to this... | |
Cause one always exists, with every question that hits | |
And yeah, some hit like Tyson, hard to the jaw | |
Impairing your ability to answer at all | |
Leaving the question in awe cause we ain? t trying to fight back | |
But if we' re born with teeth we' re born to bite back | |
So I ask, how long does life lasts | |
Regardless of color or age can it go in a flash | |
Well in fact, it really only lasts a minute versus the infinite | |
A concept too intricate for the intellect | |
So some get intimate with earths filthiness | |
Where melodies are dark and human? s are used as instruments | |
Where drugs and booze are often abused | |
Best friends stab backs then wrap their arms around you | |
Where its true lives are driven by power and fame | |
Driven by sex, success, approval, and pain | |
And for what? Nothing? s left when we' re driven to graves | |
Just memories of the past, or a loved ones pain | |
And its real what? s seen today fades away | |
But the unseen? s eternal so I cherish its stay | |
The unAmerican way but I must maintain | |
Cause if I forfeit my soul, then what? s been gained? | |
verse 3 | |
So sometimes, I grab my pen and write rhymes | |
My mind breathes when the ink flows into nighttime | |
I plant seeds, and watch nbsp? em grow into trees | |
Produce fruit from leaves and feed the people in need | |
And that? s the truth if that fruit is wealthy | |
Who cares if music? s moving if the products unhealthy | |
I? m looking at the crowd for that one who felt me | |
Helping' me raise the bet on these cards God dealt me | |
But still some doubt it? s worth pursuing | |
We' ve all been given gifts so now how we going to use nbsp? em | |
I? m on the outside looking in at the confusion | |
I been there before swinging fists at those illusions | |
Now I fight the hands of time, with my might | |
So my life can be seen as worthy in hindsight | |
I clutch my mic tight and ponder the way | |
Reflecting back sometimes on this temporary stay | |
But I won' t get attached cause I know where home is | |
And reach out to souls that are currently homeless | |
Cause some claim the earth and clown around nbsp? till it hurts us | |
In this circus a juggling act that makes me nervous | |
Maybe its entertaining when you look at its surface | |
But step outside the ring and ask is it all worth it | |
Just step outside the ring and ask is it all worth it | |
Just step outside the ring on this temporary stay.. |
zuò qǔ : Kero One | |
Verse 1 | |
In this game I don' t claim to be a veteran, | |
I? m just spittin lyrical Excedrin for brethren, | |
Medicine to keep your head from spinning when | |
Rappers mumble jargon, I fumble rhymes and start an arson | |
Burning gassed up heads and sparking light to brighten dark ends | |
Of the mind, now let it shine | |
So we can all be the kerosene | |
Fearing no team man or human being are you believing? | |
If I speak truth will I lose market share? | |
Cause it? s something the public wont digest in its ears? | |
Well I don' t care. I? m rolling on spares | |
On the road surpassing obstacles that? s there | |
And I swear I? ll hold down the fort like mayor | |
As a temporary duty since my home ain? t here | |
I said I swear I hold down the fort like mayor | |
As a love for the people since my home ain? t here | |
And its time... | |
verse 2 | |
I feel like an alien outcast in a world so vast | |
Searching miles for my niche but lost in the mist | |
So what? s the answer to this... | |
Cause one always exists, with every question that hits | |
And yeah, some hit like Tyson, hard to the jaw | |
Impairing your ability to answer at all | |
Leaving the question in awe cause we ain? t trying to fight back | |
But if we' re born with teeth we' re born to bite back | |
So I ask, how long does life lasts | |
Regardless of color or age can it go in a flash | |
Well in fact, it really only lasts a minute versus the infinite | |
A concept too intricate for the intellect | |
So some get intimate with earths filthiness | |
Where melodies are dark and human? s are used as instruments | |
Where drugs and booze are often abused | |
Best friends stab backs then wrap their arms around you | |
Where its true lives are driven by power and fame | |
Driven by sex, success, approval, and pain | |
And for what? Nothing? s left when we' re driven to graves | |
Just memories of the past, or a loved ones pain | |
And its real what? s seen today fades away | |
But the unseen? s eternal so I cherish its stay | |
The unAmerican way but I must maintain | |
Cause if I forfeit my soul, then what? s been gained? | |
verse 3 | |
So sometimes, I grab my pen and write rhymes | |
My mind breathes when the ink flows into nighttime | |
I plant seeds, and watch nbsp? em grow into trees | |
Produce fruit from leaves and feed the people in need | |
And that? s the truth if that fruit is wealthy | |
Who cares if music? s moving if the products unhealthy | |
I? m looking at the crowd for that one who felt me | |
Helping' me raise the bet on these cards God dealt me | |
But still some doubt it? s worth pursuing | |
We' ve all been given gifts so now how we going to use nbsp? em | |
I? m on the outside looking in at the confusion | |
I been there before swinging fists at those illusions | |
Now I fight the hands of time, with my might | |
So my life can be seen as worthy in hindsight | |
I clutch my mic tight and ponder the way | |
Reflecting back sometimes on this temporary stay | |
But I won' t get attached cause I know where home is | |
And reach out to souls that are currently homeless | |
Cause some claim the earth and clown around nbsp? till it hurts us | |
In this circus a juggling act that makes me nervous | |
Maybe its entertaining when you look at its surface | |
But step outside the ring and ask is it all worth it | |
Just step outside the ring and ask is it all worth it | |
Just step outside the ring on this temporary stay.. |