LYRICS
作词 : Rory Ferreira/SAMUEL THOMPSON HERRING
作曲 : Kenny Adam Segal
Shalom, shalom
La, la, da
This was on my heart
No one ever really dies, well no one ever really cared either
They nod as if incredulity made them wiser
The mythsysizer, 'twas the almighty told me play the defier
And it pleased him tremendous, how I speak my sentence
Instinct prompts me, ain't no money on my conscience
Instinct prompts me, ain't no applause on my heart
Instinct prompts me, and should it get cold and dark
Instinct will prompt me to rob you probably
I simply stay in tune, my thoughts a walking bassline
There are days I only get to see my son on Facetime
Man-made monsoon, RollerCoaster Tycoon
I believe I'll dust my broom as the blues echo through my being
I wrestle two or three selves for the evening
On the playback, my hands were still moving too fast
The Ruby Yacht cruised past, I wave and say, "Y'all have fun"
You know Ro still hold his poems like a shotgun
That nigga too serious
My sadness a hound dog and he creep beside me (Awoo)
He creep beside me (Creep beside me)
My sadness a hound dog and he creep beside me
And he creep beside me (He creep beside me)
My sadness a hound dog and he creep beside me
Creep beside me (Creep beside me)
My sadness a hound dog
And he creep beside me (Creep beside me)
And he creep beside me
In the ( ? hour/hallowed/how-ward ) haunting echo
The certainty for silence can I let go?
[?] change settings of the sun, I open window
A journey weighs a ton, I hold my kinfolk
In these scars and stars
I seen cars and bars
It's just how we are
It's just how we are (Jousting echoes, echoes, echoes)
Stars and scars and passing cars
It's just how we are
How are you?
Jousting echoes, pain passes the threshold
Makes you feel special, calling out kayfabe wrestle
The arguing's all real, mustard pretzel art deal
Stained White T's, Delilah delights me
Ronda Rousey type beat, Giant Steps, tight leap
Samson on the Samsung cordless
Rams, horses, damaged corset
And of course the language grew coarser
I find myself a leaky faucet and get to wrenchin'
The word's henchman
Bench pressin' sunrises
Sometimes it's overwhelming to be helming the creation of everything
Or so I imagine, true magic at my fingertips
Down to the wingtips, down to the creases, down to the meat and potatoes
Down to the beaten cables, down to the streets and fables
And deeper still, you gotta be for real
You know, rappin' get people killed
You know, rappin' get people killed
It get deeper still, you gotta be for real
You know, rappin' get people killed
You know, rappin' get people, uh
It get deeper still, you gotta be for real
You know, rappin' get people killed
You know, rappin' get people killed
It get deeper still, you gotta be for real
You know, rappin' get people killed
All these spells
In this world's strangest, most dangerous occupation
In these scars and stars
I seen cars and bars
It's just how we are
It's just how we are