[00:00.000] 作词 : YCK
[00:01.000] 作曲 : YCK
[00:15.600]Built up a name but you'll never last
[00:17.640]Trendy rapping let your fame just pass
[00:19.560]Your words got no good meaning attached
[00:21.540]Sick to the stomach let your knees collapse
[00:23.520]Mumble bitch we can't understand
[00:25.440]Polluting music since you began
[00:27.360]So who's the one that writes all your songs
[00:29.430]And makes the sheep sing all along
[00:31.410]What do you do when you're feeling hurt
[00:33.360]Better get down better pop that perc
[00:35.040]And better run up on a bitch and get em down to the ground
[00:37.170]That's real goon shit I don't make a sound
[00:39.270]Got some bricks I got em out the van
[00:41.160]Scrapyard f**k lemme make a band
[00:43.230]On the window coat of dust
[00:45.150]Cut up hands and got a bit of rust
[00:47.130]Take another line
[00:49.050]Closing up your throat
[00:50.640]Just taking all your time
[00:53.040]Lose your mind to blow now
[01:02.970]On the table got an open case
[01:04.830]Couple diamonds and a broken chain
[01:06.810]But it's all good no I didn't pay
[01:08.640]F**k your ice all what you wear is fake
[01:10.680]**** to prove nothing to lose
[01:12.750]We just show em how it is we do
[01:14.730]Every time I'm in the f**king booth
[01:16.410]I just get reminded of my wasted youth
[01:18.600]Rather be smoking to tell the truth
[01:20.580]Can't waste time got bricks to move
[01:22.560]Ride with the **** stuck in the back
[01:24.450]Sit with a tac made a couple racks
[01:26.430]Stolen key I got a stolen car
[01:28.470]Writing bitch I got a couple bars
[01:30.420]Never stopping and never rest
[01:32.400]Got no worries don't feel the stress
[01:34.350]Take another line
[01:36.270]Closing up your throat
[01:37.830]Just taking all your time
[01:40.260]Lose your mind to blow now

作词 : YCK
作曲 : YCK
Built up a name but you'll never last
Trendy rapping let your fame just pass
Your words got no good meaning attached
Sick to the stomach let your knees collapse
Mumble bitch we can't understand
Polluting music since you began
So who's the one that writes all your songs
And makes the sheep sing all along
What do you do when you're feeling hurt
Better get down better pop that perc
And better run up on a bitch and get em down to the ground
That's real goon shit I don't make a sound
Got some bricks I got em out the van
Scrapyard f**k lemme make a band
On the window coat of dust
Cut up hands and got a bit of rust
Take another line
Closing up your throat
Just taking all your time
Lose your mind to blow now
On the table got an open case
Couple diamonds and a broken chain
But it's all good no I didn't pay
F**k your ice all what you wear is fake
**** to prove nothing to lose
We just show em how it is we do
Every time I'm in the f**king booth
I just get reminded of my wasted youth
Rather be smoking to tell the truth
Can't waste time got bricks to move
Ride with the **** stuck in the back
Sit with a tac made a couple racks
Stolen key I got a stolen car
Writing bitch I got a couple bars
Never stopping and never rest
Got no worries don't feel the stress
Take another line
Closing up your throat
Just taking all your time
Lose your mind to blow now