The Wake - Billy Woods.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : F. Porter for The Happiest Africans (SESAC)
[00:11.793] I stand in this booth in a moment we call now
[00:14.161] At the same time, pedaling to school as a child
[00:17.191] Under a canopy of jacarandas, it ain't changed much
[00:20.449] Colorful trees still surround us, L's get touched
[00:23.158] Baby-faced, staring out the window of a school bus
[00:26.955] Twenty years later, same wistful look but shackled up
[00:30.275] Bearded down, Momma kissed his forehead good luck
[00:33.720] Tears anoint the crown
[00:34.877] He lied to her anyway and toasted that night over pounds
[00:38.371] Sterling, whispers in whirlwinds
[00:41.258] Polaroid pictures, edges curling
[00:43.777] At the auction, the contents of one storage space, sight unseen, going once
[00:48.863] Sixteen, seventeen, cracking Philly Blunts
[00:51.966] Half the smarts, but twice the heart
[00:54.164] Look at the picture, eyes had a spark
[00:56.363] Sputtering, at the bar mutterin'
[00:58.735] Money comes and goes
[01:00.020] Broke today, but tomorrow who knows?
[01:02.512] Ten years ago she was just some hoe, five years after that, I'm in love
[01:07.164] And if you asked me today, I could give a ****
[01:09.629] Go figure
[01:11.080] Ahhhhh
[01:12.051] Ahhhhh
[01:20.833] Ahhhhh
[01:26.653] Ahhhhh
[01:32.036] Sorry I ain't make the wake, yeah I know
[01:35.124] A dollar short and 24 hours late
[01:37.210] Tryna live my whole life in '98
[01:39.610] Your moms watchin' me clean my plate
[01:41.769] But there ain't no seconds, I'm at the ATM emptying my checking
[01:45.399] I'm eleven years old firing a weapon
[01:48.050] Dad's hand on my shoulder, smoke in my nose
[01:50.825] Got older, went from chocolate to dro
[01:53.758] Now if it ain't flight, it's a no go
[01:55.810] Bigger, Faster, Stronger
[01:57.663] I seen old friends start working with the po-po, just goes to show
[02:02.036] I could go back tell myself everything I know
[02:05.167] But me at 23 would probably shrug a shoulder
[02:07.957] Put stoge to fire like you're preaching to the choir
[02:10.987] V-Mega was spitting through the wire
[02:13.193] Like, don't even wet that, it ain't about no get-back
[02:16.684] We doing digits on Route 90
[02:18.863] Late for your wedding
[02:19.970] Sitting in the morning sun with that good Otis Redding
[02:23.611] Common sample
[02:24.207] Th-th-th-this music
[02:27.257] Th-th-this music
[02:28.732] I-i-is so much
[02:31.847] I-i-is so much bigger than me
[02:36.147] B-b-b-bigger than me
[02:38.965] B-b-bigger than me
[02:42.718] Th-th-th-this music
[02:45.802] Th-th-this music
文本歌词
作曲 : F. Porter for The Happiest Africans (SESAC)
I stand in this booth in a moment we call now
At the same time, pedaling to school as a child
Under a canopy of jacarandas, it ain't changed much
Colorful trees still surround us, L's get touched
Baby-faced, staring out the window of a school bus
Twenty years later, same wistful look but shackled up
Bearded down, Momma kissed his forehead good luck
Tears anoint the crown
He lied to her anyway and toasted that night over pounds
Sterling, whispers in whirlwinds
Polaroid pictures, edges curling
At the auction, the contents of one storage space, sight unseen, going once
Sixteen, seventeen, cracking Philly Blunts
Half the smarts, but twice the heart
Look at the picture, eyes had a spark
Sputtering, at the bar mutterin'
Money comes and goes
Broke today, but tomorrow who knows?
Ten years ago she was just some hoe, five years after that, I'm in love
And if you asked me today, I could give a ****
Go figure
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
Sorry I ain't make the wake, yeah I know
A dollar short and 24 hours late
Tryna live my whole life in '98
Your moms watchin' me clean my plate
But there ain't no seconds, I'm at the ATM emptying my checking
I'm eleven years old firing a weapon
Dad's hand on my shoulder, smoke in my nose
Got older, went from chocolate to dro
Now if it ain't flight, it's a no go
Bigger, Faster, Stronger
I seen old friends start working with the po-po, just goes to show
I could go back tell myself everything I know
But me at 23 would probably shrug a shoulder
Put stoge to fire like you're preaching to the choir
V-Mega was spitting through the wire
Like, don't even wet that, it ain't about no get-back
We doing digits on Route 90
Late for your wedding
Sitting in the morning sun with that good Otis Redding
Common sample
Th-th-th-this music
Th-th-this music
I-i-is so much
I-i-is so much bigger than me
B-b-b-bigger than me
B-b-bigger than me
Th-th-th-this music
Th-th-this music