Song 31 - Noname/Phoelix.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Michael Neil/Fatimah Warner
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Michael Neil/Fatimah Warner
[00:03.35]All my everything is for you
[00:04.48]All my terrible sense of humor and critical interviews
[00:06.92]All my pearly gated redemption and casual afternoons
[00:09.52]All this money you know I'm making
[00:10.79]Like racin' against the moon, but
[00:12.33]I sell pain for profit, and I feel prophet watchin'
[00:15.83]Everything is for everything, rhymin' with causality
[00:18.22]Ain't no labels that's backing me,
[00:19.41]But my tickets be sellin' out
[00:20.59]And I'm steady raising my fee,
[00:21.85]That's another hit from my fee
[00:23.08]110 degrees in the desert heat
[00:24.96]With a bubble coat, turtleneck underneath
[00:26.91]Rolling up on the beach
[00:28.00]Smokin a holy ****, laughing, baking
[00:29.79]My homie Tee hopin' joking is all we need
[00:31.52]When I sell pain for profit
[00:33.54]Now I binge watch Atlanta
[00:35.53]No more TV representation from a Kelsey Grammer
[00:37.91]Let's toast to ****** getting checks
[00:39.24]Who work behind the camera
[00:40.35]Somebody raise they man up
[00:41.71]Truth be told, I wear my heart on my sleeve
[00:45.13]Watch you sit it on the shelf
[00:47.08]Now my body got cold
[00:48.10]I swear we'll never leave
[00:50.21]Had to do it for myself, to find my praise
[00:55.20]Go get your weapon
[01:01.89]Real recognize real, feelin' like real proof
[01:03.99]Real buddy-buddy after the trip to the Cancun
[01:06.37]Million dollar baby, bet you can get to the hands, too
[01:08.73]Got a pack of wolves ready to damage a full moon
[01:11.28]The only ***** actually rapping, it look like me now
[01:14.01]Or meow, kitty just reimagined a freestyle
[01:16.48]DM flooded, ****** still waitin' for me to reach out
[01:19.02]We shadow boxing government hopin' they put the leash down
[01:21.53]I sell pain for profit not propaganda
[01:23.98]I know cancers origins link to Santa
[01:26.45]I know Santa's origins link to money
[01:28.79]Mass production of cattle, a slaughtering for the yummy
[01:31.29]These ****** is clever, the prison no better
[01:33.04]The ghost of the living
[01:33.97]We ain't talkin' about Reggie on Christmas,
[01:35.64]We almost forget him
[01:36.47]What's a casket to a holding cell if a ***** ain't in it
[01:38.95]Only reason why I'm steady faded and still independent
[01:41.40]Truth be told, I wear my heart on my sleeve
[01:44.99]Watch you sit it on the shelf
[01:46.36]Now my body got cold
[01:47.42]I swear we'll never leave
[01:49.64]Had to do it for myself, to find my praise
[01:54.80]Go get your weapon
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