| 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.. |