LYRICS
作词 : Kendrick Lamar/S. Carter/M. Spears/Braun/Vindahl Friis/Liv Lykke Schmidt
作曲 : Kendrick Lamar/S. Carter/M. Spears/Braun/Vindahl Friis/Liv Lykke Schmidt
I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
************* don't kill my vibe, ************* don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm yelling
*************, don't kill my vibe; *************, don't kill my vibe
*************, don't kill my vibe; *************, don't kill my vibe
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks
But now my album platinum and *************t, so what
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than another statistic, my *************
This courtesy of Compton (courtesy of Compton)
Brooklyn go hard, mother******
Love me on the East like I'm Chuck D
Dominicans wish that I was born there
I'm lookin' to be the god MC
You look at my hat and see thorns there
I look at the game and see porn there
I'm ******' this industry hard
I'm bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey
You thought I was fresh out the yard
Don't cry to me dummy, you're a lightweight
They tell me you nice and I'm like "wait"
Go get me a knife, you're looking like steak
And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days
And when the water reside, you're Bobby Boucher
But we ain't thirsty *************, never alert me, *************
I got a P************* in a suitcase
I know you heard me, *************, this is a burpee, *************
Lyrical exercise
Right now, homie, I'm in the extra vibe
Pipe down, on the curb when you heard that I got these words
To the upper echelon, that's excellent
I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
************* don't kill my vibe, ************* don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm yelling
*************, don't kill my vibe; *************, don't kill my vibe
*************, don't kill my vibe; *************, don't kill my vibe
Up in the clouds, me and my spouse
Rumors on the ground gettin' too loud
Please turn them *************ts down, can't hear myself think
Turbulence, *************t, almost spilled my drink
Running through that ************* like it's my house
All up in the hall like a mall
Told you mother******s, all I do is ball
No, I don't 'member you, I don't intend to empty my memory bank
It's a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary S******
Sittin' next to Hillary smellin' like dank
Presidental pardon, name one ************* out there harder than him
I'll wait
I've been in my wave like 20 years straight
I've been on my vibe like 20 years straight
Don't ************* up my high, ************* up my high
Nights like this, I could ************* up a pie
An still be straight (still be straight)
Fall back, *************, I got a lot on my plate
Don't waste my breath
I don't know how many moons a ************* got left
Back to this joint, smokin' this *************t like I'm tryna' prove a point
I'm the highest, the highest title, numero uno
Kill my vibe, that's your mother******' funeral
Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, *************s pissed off
I ministered this generation by far
Leader of the new school, on my toes like a ballerina
Who knew I'd be Black Swan
World in my palms, ironically
I am the Globetrotters' best
'Cause I didn't drop the ball
Told *************s when I was 16 that I'd write a 16
To put a ************* right on the big screen
In the paddy wagon with six teens
Should have been in the pen but now my pen write with morphine
I heal *************s, touch down with more fiends
I kill *************s, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket
*************, I'm here *************
Picture lil' ol' me giving a ************* for what a ************* ************* gotta say
************* you never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre
You ain't get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban
*************, Puff Daddy wasn't your favorite
So many washed up with detergent
But I don't dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose
Like blah, Mini-14 like blah
Empty out another magazine like blah
Let a young ************* get by
I kill 'em all when they try to kill my vibe
I am the bad, the good God, the last the hood got
The last that would try to pass a good job
If Shawn's a black Beatle then I need a 10 second drum solo
************* see you at Woodstock