Song | More Beautiful Than Silence |
Artist | K'Naan |
Album | More Beautiful Than Silence |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : HARMON, CHARLES/BECK, JASON/WARSAME, KEINAN | |
[Chorus:]Turn the light off | |
It's a light on in your heart | |
So let it be your guidance, guidance | |
Open your mouth if you would say | |
Could be more beautiful than silence, silence[Verse 1] | |
Ok, ain't it funny how the talk is always talking | |
Never firing, but always shining cocking | |
When they're cocky until they end in parking lots | |
Suddenly they got parkinson, they can hardly talk | |
No karate buddy, no | |
Pilates buddy | |
It's a new game, no attare buddy! | |
Body talk, well | |
I'm used to buddies talk | |
I've seen shit to give new meaning to the buddy shop | |
Look, I know you think | |
I'm so righteous, | |
But mother fucker, | |
I'm also rifles | |
They try to tell these niggers | |
I'm a baby in these dippers | |
I'm on my own shit, lighters | |
I don't assimilate, | |
I got my name in ciphers | |
I don't discriminate, | |
I got friends who are snipers | |
But some of them ended up being lifeless | |
Cause they kept silent, survivors[Chorus:] | |
Turn the light off | |
It's a light on in your heart | |
So let it be your guidance, guidance | |
Open your mouth if you would say | |
Could be more beautiful than silence, silence[Verse 2] | |
I'm the quiet type, breathe and steady | |
Never small talk speak when necessary | |
In the streets, | |
I see niggers shop with machetes.. | |
My Jamaican girl say 'talk to me baby!' | |
What's on your mind, can say cemetery | |
Death do its part, memories, | |
I marryGot a library with no lies baby | |
And all the books look like they're made of strawberries. | |
It ain't easy being me | |
Cause my own fans can't relate to my streets | |
And my streets can't relate to dough in the yeast | |
But I'm beats, so | |
I make bread on release | |
I'm releasing my dinners, get the beat a life life | |
I gave a fetus a semen | |
Free to kick in the in your belly, that's free to breathing | |
Don't say nothing, cause now we're dreaming[Chorus:] | |
Turn the light off | |
It's a light on in your heart | |
So let it be your guidance, guidance | |
Open your mouth if you would say | |
Could be more beautiful than silence, silence | |
Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence | |
Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence | |
Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence | |
Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence |
zuo ci : HARMON, CHARLES BECK, JASON WARSAME, KEINAN | |
Chorus: Turn the light off | |
It' s a light on in your heart | |
So let it be your guidance, guidance | |
Open your mouth if you would say | |
Could be more beautiful than silence, silence Verse 1 | |
Ok, ain' t it funny how the talk is always talking | |
Never firing, but always shining cocking | |
When they' re cocky until they end in parking lots | |
Suddenly they got parkinson, they can hardly talk | |
No karate buddy, no | |
Pilates buddy | |
It' s a new game, no attare buddy! | |
Body talk, well | |
I' m used to buddies talk | |
I' ve seen shit to give new meaning to the buddy shop | |
Look, I know you think | |
I' m so righteous, | |
But mother fucker, | |
I' m also rifles | |
They try to tell these niggers | |
I' m a baby in these dippers | |
I' m on my own shit, lighters | |
I don' t assimilate, | |
I got my name in ciphers | |
I don' t discriminate, | |
I got friends who are snipers | |
But some of them ended up being lifeless | |
Cause they kept silent, survivors Chorus: | |
Turn the light off | |
It' s a light on in your heart | |
So let it be your guidance, guidance | |
Open your mouth if you would say | |
Could be more beautiful than silence, silence Verse 2 | |
I' m the quiet type, breathe and steady | |
Never small talk speak when necessary | |
In the streets, | |
I see niggers shop with machetes.. | |
My Jamaican girl say ' talk to me baby!' | |
What' s on your mind, can say cemetery | |
Death do its part, memories, | |
I marryGot a library with no lies baby | |
And all the books look like they' re made of strawberries. | |
It ain' t easy being me | |
Cause my own fans can' t relate to my streets | |
And my streets can' t relate to dough in the yeast | |
But I' m beats, so | |
I make bread on release | |
I' m releasing my dinners, get the beat a life life | |
I gave a fetus a semen | |
Free to kick in the in your belly, that' s free to breathing | |
Don' t say nothing, cause now we' re dreaming Chorus: | |
Turn the light off | |
It' s a light on in your heart | |
So let it be your guidance, guidance | |
Open your mouth if you would say | |
Could be more beautiful than silence, silence | |
Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence | |
Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence | |
Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence | |
Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence |
zuò cí : HARMON, CHARLES BECK, JASON WARSAME, KEINAN | |
Chorus: Turn the light off | |
It' s a light on in your heart | |
So let it be your guidance, guidance | |
Open your mouth if you would say | |
Could be more beautiful than silence, silence Verse 1 | |
Ok, ain' t it funny how the talk is always talking | |
Never firing, but always shining cocking | |
When they' re cocky until they end in parking lots | |
Suddenly they got parkinson, they can hardly talk | |
No karate buddy, no | |
Pilates buddy | |
It' s a new game, no attare buddy! | |
Body talk, well | |
I' m used to buddies talk | |
I' ve seen shit to give new meaning to the buddy shop | |
Look, I know you think | |
I' m so righteous, | |
But mother fucker, | |
I' m also rifles | |
They try to tell these niggers | |
I' m a baby in these dippers | |
I' m on my own shit, lighters | |
I don' t assimilate, | |
I got my name in ciphers | |
I don' t discriminate, | |
I got friends who are snipers | |
But some of them ended up being lifeless | |
Cause they kept silent, survivors Chorus: | |
Turn the light off | |
It' s a light on in your heart | |
So let it be your guidance, guidance | |
Open your mouth if you would say | |
Could be more beautiful than silence, silence Verse 2 | |
I' m the quiet type, breathe and steady | |
Never small talk speak when necessary | |
In the streets, | |
I see niggers shop with machetes.. | |
My Jamaican girl say ' talk to me baby!' | |
What' s on your mind, can say cemetery | |
Death do its part, memories, | |
I marryGot a library with no lies baby | |
And all the books look like they' re made of strawberries. | |
It ain' t easy being me | |
Cause my own fans can' t relate to my streets | |
And my streets can' t relate to dough in the yeast | |
But I' m beats, so | |
I make bread on release | |
I' m releasing my dinners, get the beat a life life | |
I gave a fetus a semen | |
Free to kick in the in your belly, that' s free to breathing | |
Don' t say nothing, cause now we' re dreaming Chorus: | |
Turn the light off | |
It' s a light on in your heart | |
So let it be your guidance, guidance | |
Open your mouth if you would say | |
Could be more beautiful than silence, silence | |
Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence | |
Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence | |
Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence | |
Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence |