[00:00.00] 作词 : brushboogie-rush-lee-lee-ken
[00:01.00] 作曲 : brushboogie-rush-lee-lee-ken
[00:02.00] 编曲 : brushboogie-rush-lee-lee-ken
[00:04.53]im a big shit
[00:05.04]Yo.
[00:05.46]Oh, he's a faker.
[00:07.83]He's just a faker.
[00:08.91]You about he say, she say, who say show.
[00:12.78]Let's listen now chat this out on it's first booty on.
[00:18.99]Yo, in The Color of love, done.
[00:23.07]Now's the city start awake.
[00:24.90]I open my eyes, go with set of roses and age.
[00:28.29]The mirror's left.
[00:29.52]The face I hold recognize Beez in the Beez sold to seem to desecrate stomp through the day task seeping through my hands like sand in our hourglass.
[00:41.73]My chances all planned the true world.
[00:44.70]I mean to say they turn to humbles and soul in every encounter.
[00:49.89]I feel like to tell lie my dream on so wide it now seems like the sands soft fading in the sky.
[00:57.00]Oh, memories, stars.
[00:58.68]I watch as they disappear while I'm left here to cry, trapped in this self made prison.
[01:05.82]Enough for god, this friendship by terrorists.
[01:09.84]I seem to so vary with every careful world I push there further away.
[01:15.72]Aint complex to put, you know, a hand now just a faded feet.
[01:30.96]I always run a task and never take to the lead.
[01:33.78]I'm sorry.
[01:34.50]Excuse me for the genuine deed in the quince of 5 as a lie in my bed.
[01:41.49]Face the truth through it makes my heart wet. I'm a big shit. I'm a stain. On wondering if there's need to break this curse. Yo, he's just a faker yo.

作词 : brushboogie-rush-lee-lee-ken
作曲 : brushboogie-rush-lee-lee-ken
编曲 : brushboogie-rush-lee-lee-ken
im a big shit
Yo.
Oh, he's a faker.
He's just a faker.
You about he say, she say, who say show.
Let's listen now chat this out on it's first booty on.
Yo, in The Color of love, done.
Now's the city start awake.
I open my eyes, go with set of roses and age.
The mirror's left.
The face I hold recognize Beez in the Beez sold to seem to desecrate stomp through the day task seeping through my hands like sand in our hourglass.
My chances all planned the true world.
I mean to say they turn to humbles and soul in every encounter.
I feel like to tell lie my dream on so wide it now seems like the sands soft fading in the sky.
Oh, memories, stars.
I watch as they disappear while I'm left here to cry, trapped in this self made prison.
Enough for god, this friendship by terrorists.
I seem to so vary with every careful world I push there further away.
Aint complex to put, you know, a hand now just a faded feet.
I always run a task and never take to the lead.
I'm sorry.
Excuse me for the genuine deed in the quince of 5 as a lie in my bed.
Face the truth through it makes my heart wet. I'm a big shit. I'm a stain. On wondering if there's need to break this curse. Yo, he's just a faker yo.