[00:00.00] 作词 : Audrey Chu/Noga Erez/Ori Rousso
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Audrey Chu/Noga Erez/Ori Rousso
[00:02.35](Can we get some more sub so he can feel it?)
[00:04.50]
[00:04.86]Dumb, dumb, dummy, I’m no bunny
[00:06.51]I’m no slobby boy, I never beg for no money
[00:09.55]Fun, fun, funny, you’ll run from me
[00:11.37]No irony, no, I pardon no one, nobody
[00:14.25]Chop, chop, chop it, right hand, chop it like a pickpocket
[00:17.12]You had the mic, now you can't drop it
[00:19.15]Dumb, dumb, dummy, once nobody
[00:20.97]I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, sit down
[00:23.16]
[00:23.47]I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
[00:28.16]I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
[00:32.94]I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
[00:37.84]But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads
[00:42.12]
[00:42.42]I think I’m up for the challenge
[00:44.69]To show I got me some mileage
[00:47.10]I bought a car and a cottage
[00:49.49]I got Suzanne in my baggage
[00:51.87]Got a list in my bucket
[00:54.22]Squeeze the sponge, drop the pocket
[00:56.58]I fit in any socket
[00:59.03]Close the door, I'ma knock it
[01:01.40]
[01:01.77]I got my ticket, I'ma flee
[01:04.60]Selling overseas
[01:06.50]I just blink and get a fee
[01:08.70]Watch out, whatcha think of me?
[01:11.04]
[01:11.39]I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
[01:16.22]I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
[01:21.37]I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
[01:25.62]But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads
[01:30.55]
[01:31.09]Lately, I got ceilings but I burn in the sun
[01:33.09]I never miss one shot, I’m sick as a gun
[01:35.57]I got mortal friends
[01:36.95]I’m dead as they come like "hey, I’m on the way"
[01:39.75]I left my body in the mattress by the San Francisco Bay
[01:42.15]Now there’s a cop named Mordecai behind my pirated Mercedes
[01:44.68]When we crash, I hit the ER, this is a thriller, I did it for the PR
[01:48.17]I did it for the fear
[01:49.40]I did it knowing there’s a Animal Pak in the back of the fridge
[01:52.05]I go pack it up, might triple attack
[01:53.27]And battery acid, my stacks in the cab
[01:55.05]Menagerie cracked and my doggies run packs
[01:56.81]I just tell ’em to back it up, back it up, back it up
[01:58.50]
[01:58.76]I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
[02:04.09]I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
[02:08.87]I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
[02:13.74]I don’t (Okay, now repeat that one more time)
[02:18.47]I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
[02:23.39]I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
[02:28.27]I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road (Maybe nothing)
[02:32.92]But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads

作词 : Audrey Chu/Noga Erez/Ori Rousso
作曲 : Audrey Chu/Noga Erez/Ori Rousso
(Can we get some more sub so he can feel it?)
Dumb, dumb, dummy, I’m no bunny
I’m no slobby boy, I never beg for no money
Fun, fun, funny, you’ll run from me
No irony, no, I pardon no one, nobody
Chop, chop, chop it, right hand, chop it like a pickpocket
You had the mic, now you can't drop it
Dumb, dumb, dummy, once nobody
I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, sit down
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads
I think I’m up for the challenge
To show I got me some mileage
I bought a car and a cottage
I got Suzanne in my baggage
Got a list in my bucket
Squeeze the sponge, drop the pocket
I fit in any socket
Close the door, I'ma knock it
I got my ticket, I'ma flee
Selling overseas
I just blink and get a fee
Watch out, whatcha think of me?
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads
Lately, I got ceilings but I burn in the sun
I never miss one shot, I’m sick as a gun
I got mortal friends
I’m dead as they come like "hey, I’m on the way"
I left my body in the mattress by the San Francisco Bay
Now there’s a cop named Mordecai behind my pirated Mercedes
When we crash, I hit the ER, this is a thriller, I did it for the PR
I did it for the fear
I did it knowing there’s a Animal Pak in the back of the fridge
I go pack it up, might triple attack
And battery acid, my stacks in the cab
Menagerie cracked and my doggies run packs
I just tell ’em to back it up, back it up, back it up
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t (Okay, now repeat that one more time)
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road (Maybe nothing)
But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads