作词 : K!nder
作曲 : 寿延/K!nder
编曲 : 寿延Ashes
Intro
Yeah, This month, I have been thinking about one thing, what is the most important in a person's life? Heart, thought, or someone who's more important? Cause everything doesn't matter. Maybe it's just because…
Verse
Yeah, yeah, where's my mental health?
Seems my heart twisted without a gentle feel,
but I'm not a renegade with the end of deal.
Do you know what to understand a painful feel?
I'm point to my heart,
seems a modern Shakespeare,
but Jesus Christ the King of a church ain't here,
here's only a picture with the situation this year,
maybe we're lucky enough, so people ain't care
till the cross can no longer control Satan,
God ain't even save more to escape that happen
to underground, but I'm not a talent,
and no theme I wanna write with great rapping,
it's a kind of position to talk to me, they listen
that I'm not a politician to judge every minute,
if it doesn't matter, kick it out with me,
sometimes it's hard to swallow with my lyrics.
My lyrics from my heart, I can still worth it
to express my real shit but I'm not perfect,
one reason, actually it hurts me,
not only the whole shit, feel 'em worthless,
Everybody gotta know themselves with a mirror,
or no brain to go straight to get embarrassed,
using my music to steer it in my experience
then regard it as more popular so I gotta cherish.
Am an artist? What's an artist?
It's just a person who understand in the darkness
like a beautiful and expensive Maybach parked
in the parking lot, even though it's garbage.
I don't know what to be insane
Even though the **** in dream
I'm and itch and I can't reach
What I need it's my blame
Maybe life I won't control
That I have a stone face
I have a stone face
I'm not here, can you see
That I've been crying my pain
Sometimes I just wanna wish
Feel the same when I'm sleeping
Since I was traveling around the terrible troubles
but tryna be the same cause life's a struggle,
I'm praying to God that nothing I hustle
to through the tall grasses, it must be possible
to get my pants myself, lost me around control,
I don't know what to bite a neck uncomfortable
like 911 in Chicago, it's been a Long road,
born in 99' but I'm not on the show.
Make a work question to be quick as a magic
like a elephant in Africa that may be a fantasy,
whether I'm the best with the better flexing
cause the traffic has more blood with Dracula.
I play my part, should I make waves or not?
And I don't wanna seem respect to wake up
in the morning, bitxh wants a **** to suck,
cause millions feelings pretty with makeup.
One hundred of bodies wanna get big profits
but they have nothing to deal 'em in logic,
perhaps here's a building to work in a office,
but they just go shopping like lost puppies,
widely regarded, a book on a private charter
to keep silence, whose lives could be hard,
now that's a Wesome(awesome) cause the track farther
than before to have a back and write in color.
That's not ****ing true, we can't be over
so violets are purple, it's a dying road of
life, I'm reminded of everything could be closer
to me, in fact, I'm always a soldier.