Frida - Armand Hammer/Quelle Chris.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : C. Hall for ELUCID/F. Porter for The Happiest Africans (SESAC)
[00:19.878] I slip, I slide, I lift, I'm a mover
[00:23.313] I ride, I whip, I been steppin' on cracks, momma's hip
[00:29.724] I slip, I slide, I lift, I'm a mover
[00:33.231] I ride, I whip, I been steppin' on cracks, momma's hip
[00:37.269] Neck, back broke, had to double back, mainstay
[00:40.634] Only lip, brain state
[00:42.335] Off the rip, gotta bump, gotta say
[00:44.738] I been down by the law long
[00:46.928] Ain't got no time, know you wanna holla back
[00:49.806] Same number, new number
[00:51.631] Same nigga, new nigga
[00:53.307] Don't be talking out your back
[00:55.072] 'Til your partner, 'til your family, 'til your nigga sitting pretty
[00:58.189] Don't be talking 'bout your racks
[00:59.967] I done proved every bar, every bar
[01:02.353] I'm a source, let's not talk about the raps
[01:04.938] I'm about to hop the pond, get some pounds, get some pounds
[01:08.303] I ain't talking 'bout all that (skrt, skrt)
[01:11.162] Curb side, my low level bird eye
[01:15.191] If I'm not hitting licks with the missus
[01:17.504] Talking bidness with my nerve, why? Word, aye?
[01:25.158] Let me get a pack of reds, pack of papers, Now & Laters, and some herb, ah
[01:31.738] Suddenly you hand me the itching sweet lies [?]
[01:41.490] And right now, yeah, pearls before swine
[01:45.575] But the swine's too deep for bitter melon
[01:48.353] Then follow in the secret recipe
[01:49.904] Livery cab floating, heat high
[01:53.014] Window cracked, warrants open, curb side
[01:56.442] Bean pie, buy black, pithy slogan, paid tithe, dodge tax
[02:02.853] Here's hoping we slide, they lax, they lacking
[02:07.896] Billy Ocean, high tide
[02:10.342] Speed traps, wasted motion
[02:12.997] Bowdlerized feedback, so verboten
[02:16.739] Laser scoping, cauterize kneecaps
[02:20.786] Somebody tell him he won't ever play again
[02:24.821] It's over (You got your whole life ahead of you son, nothing' to be ashamed of)
[02:29.862] Saved by a good guy with a gun just stolen
[02:32.640] Graves but they don't have names so it kept going
[02:35.315] Go crazy, you trying' to figure it out, just stay in the moment
[02:38.986] Stay in the moment
[02:40.211] Livery cab floating'
[02:41.960] That buck that bought the bottle coulda struck the lotto
[02:44.781] Sounds tight, but ring hollow
[02:46.324] That's nobody's wife, that's Frida Kahlo, that's Frida Kahlo
[02:51.304] Flights like Rollo, pescado, I make a water swallow
[02:55.173] That buck that lost the lotto coulda bought a ****ing bottle
[03:10.737] A hundred fifty roses in an ocean of milk
[03:12.697] Light leak on the camera, smoke how it feel
[03:15.362] Ooh, I got you open
[03:17.135] Out the box for your mulch garden, coach pardon
[03:20.594] Power harnessed
[03:21.881] Powder harden to rock, like what's catharsis
[03:24.425] From the starship
[03:25.810] To face down on the carpet
[03:27.589] Ooh, and the arch twist
[03:29.921] Was it a swoon or a target of the archer
[03:32.272] Departures, arrivals
[03:34.792] Lead foot on tight rope
[03:36.517] Crows peck my eyes closed
[03:38.039] I heard you niggas was manifesting
[03:40.050] Kissing' between the thighs on the boardwalk
[03:42.861] Cross talk, ecstasy, voices dragged out by the tide
[03:46.124] Bouncing' back, found a jetty on the grind
[03:48.861] Blood in my eye, I'm doing' quite fine
[03:51.706] Next to me, far from yours, true
[03:54.154] Nothing's sacred 'til I made it so
[03:56.349] Which way is up? Still got a ways to go
[03:59.560] Oh
文本歌词
作曲 : C. Hall for ELUCID/F. Porter for The Happiest Africans (SESAC)
I slip, I slide, I lift, I'm a mover
I ride, I whip, I been steppin' on cracks, momma's hip
I slip, I slide, I lift, I'm a mover
I ride, I whip, I been steppin' on cracks, momma's hip
Neck, back broke, had to double back, mainstay
Only lip, brain state
Off the rip, gotta bump, gotta say
I been down by the law long
Ain't got no time, know you wanna holla back
Same number, new number
Same nigga, new nigga
Don't be talking out your back
'Til your partner, 'til your family, 'til your nigga sitting pretty
Don't be talking 'bout your racks
I done proved every bar, every bar
I'm a source, let's not talk about the raps
I'm about to hop the pond, get some pounds, get some pounds
I ain't talking 'bout all that (skrt, skrt)
Curb side, my low level bird eye
If I'm not hitting licks with the missus
Talking bidness with my nerve, why? Word, aye?
Let me get a pack of reds, pack of papers, Now & Laters, and some herb, ah
Suddenly you hand me the itching sweet lies
And right now, yeah, pearls before swine
But the swine's too deep for bitter melon
Then follow in the secret recipe
Livery cab floating, heat high
Window cracked, warrants open, curb side
Bean pie, buy black, pithy slogan, paid tithe, dodge tax
Here's hoping we slide, they lax, they lacking
Billy Ocean, high tide
Speed traps, wasted motion
Bowdlerized feedback, so verboten
Laser scoping, cauterize kneecaps
Somebody tell him he won't ever play again
It's over (You got your whole life ahead of you son, nothing' to be ashamed of)
Saved by a good guy with a gun just stolen
Graves but they don't have names so it kept going
Go crazy, you trying' to figure it out, just stay in the moment
Stay in the moment
Livery cab floating'
That buck that bought the bottle coulda struck the lotto
Sounds tight, but ring hollow
That's nobody's wife, that's Frida Kahlo, that's Frida Kahlo
Flights like Rollo, pescado, I make a water swallow
That buck that lost the lotto coulda bought a ****ing bottle
A hundred fifty roses in an ocean of milk
Light leak on the camera, smoke how it feel
Ooh, I got you open
Out the box for your mulch garden, coach pardon
Power harnessed
Powder harden to rock, like what's catharsis
From the starship
To face down on the carpet
Ooh, and the arch twist
Was it a swoon or a target of the archer
Departures, arrivals
Lead foot on tight rope
Crows peck my eyes closed
I heard you niggas was manifesting
Kissing' between the thighs on the boardwalk
Cross talk, ecstasy, voices dragged out by the tide
Bouncing' back, found a jetty on the grind
Blood in my eye, I'm doing' quite fine
Next to me, far from yours, true
Nothing's sacred 'til I made it so
Which way is up? Still got a ways to go
Oh