[00:00.00] 作曲 : Zachary CONDON/Peter Wilkins/Lon Rudolph/Nico Segal/Chancelor J. Bennett
[00:28.84]I wonder if Gladys smiles when angels bring my name up
[00:32.64]Or change language and subject change up
[00:36.03]Her boy’s a long way from red dolls and green rangers
[00:39.73]Things ain’t been the same since Ms. Patterson called me famous
[00:43.14]I saw your reflection in a toilet full of vomit water
[00:46.66]You don’t think I felt your hand on my head yelling, “Call his father”
[00:50.35]But people don’t hear ghost, so how they gon' play me?
[00:54.38]Money saved me, so I’ma do the same thing
[00:57.95]You droppin' pounds, gettin' small on some sick shit
[01:01.14]Like how you got the drive but don’t know how to use a stick shit?
[01:04.64]You better not miss this, overdose shit and mix this
[01:08.23]Let your throat close with a boatload of shit quotes within it
[01:13.60]Long time now since I seen you smile
[01:26.12]Long time long time now, since I seen you smile
[01:39.51]And it's been a long time, long time now
[01:46.67]Since I seen you smile
[01:54.74]Dropping tapes 'till I lost the count
[01:56.69]Coughing out blood
[01:58.37]Dropping weight like I lost an ounce
[02:00.30]Throwing words and tossing nouns
[02:02.51]NY traveling, I’m Boston bound, bossing 'round homies
[02:06.44]And talking down to shorties while I’m jotting down
[02:09.33]Notes to spit to Harlem crowds
[02:11.23]Surfing through the Harlem crowds
[02:12.96]At the crib I’m falling down
[02:14.60]I'm on the floor crawling 'round
[02:16.33]I’m calling out to God, "You’re little angel's falling down
[02:20.15]Save me from my darkened cloud
[02:21.90]Reach your hands and arms around"
[02:23.53]Long time long time now, since I seen your smile
[02:36.58]We miss you
[02:39.32]
[03:01.94]#10Day
[03:04.01]
[03:06.26]It's been a really, really long time, long time
[03:08.02]Since a goof ass b***h done tried me
[03:09.98]Label niggas wanna sign me
[03:11.76]And lame ol' niggas wanna buy me
[03:13.58]Food and drinks and drugs and shit
[03:15.44]Just as long as you inking shit
[03:17.16]Sometimes I can't pay for food
[03:18.90]Cause sometimes I can't think of shit
[03:20.76]Where's your head at? Where's your head at?
[03:24.33]Singing my shit like you just said that
[03:26.18]Wanging my shit like where'd you hear that?
[03:27.94]Young ass b***h where you headed? Long time to get famous
[03:31.52]Life's whatever you make it, just thank God that we made it
[03:37.46]

作曲 : Zachary CONDON/Peter Wilkins/Lon Rudolph/Nico Segal/Chancelor J. Bennett
I wonder if Gladys smiles when angels bring my name up
Or change language and subject change up
Her boy’s a long way from red dolls and green rangers
Things ain’t been the same since Ms. Patterson called me famous
I saw your reflection in a toilet full of vomit water
You don’t think I felt your hand on my head yelling, “Call his father”
But people don’t hear ghost, so how they gon' play me?
Money saved me, so I’ma do the same thing
You droppin' pounds, gettin' small on some sick shit
Like how you got the drive but don’t know how to use a stick shit?
You better not miss this, overdose shit and mix this
Let your throat close with a boatload of shit quotes within it
Long time now since I seen you smile
Long time long time now, since I seen you smile
And it's been a long time, long time now
Since I seen you smile
Dropping tapes 'till I lost the count
Coughing out blood
Dropping weight like I lost an ounce
Throwing words and tossing nouns
NY traveling, I’m Boston bound, bossing 'round homies
And talking down to shorties while I’m jotting down
Notes to spit to Harlem crowds
Surfing through the Harlem crowds
At the crib I’m falling down
I'm on the floor crawling 'round
I’m calling out to God, "You’re little angel's falling down
Save me from my darkened cloud
Reach your hands and arms around"
Long time long time now, since I seen your smile
We miss you
#10Day
It's been a really, really long time, long time
Since a goof ass b***h done tried me
Label niggas wanna sign me
And lame ol' niggas wanna buy me
Food and drinks and drugs and shit
Just as long as you inking shit
Sometimes I can't pay for food
Cause sometimes I can't think of shit
Where's your head at? Where's your head at?
Singing my shit like you just said that
Wanging my shit like where'd you hear that?
Young ass b***h where you headed? Long time to get famous
Life's whatever you make it, just thank God that we made it