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作词 : Jonathan Wayne/Malcolm McCormick/Roger Rosenberg

作曲 : Jonathan Wayne/Malcolm McCormick/Roger Rosenberg

Yeah, there's no answer and you call twice

Nobody be at my house

I was at the studio all night

Last night I slept on the couch

I might, wake up, do it all again

There's a world gone crazy outside

But let's pretend that it's alright

We keep pretending that it's alright

Yeah alright days get mixed up

Schedules get switched up

Can't be in two places at once

So, I take a hit of the spliff that I lit up

And forget I had to be anywhere at all

God damn how the mighty will fall

They wanna see me gone

But I'm here in spite of it all

I never play along

You can keep the fear and self pity

I'd rather tell you who I am, really, yeah

This is not a wakeup call

I'm not the hotel operator

I dont owe nobody favors

I don't know how the **** I've been around so long

Busy as an escalator in a crowded mall, uh huh

It's like, every year I realize my house too small

Get paid, upgrade, two cribs, new maids, more flights, flew planes

Live out my suitcase

Lose days like loose change

I swear my life is on Blu-ray

Welcome to doomsday

The world needs a hero and I am your Bruce Wayne

Kind of like Luke Cage

Well

You keep on running, we keep on pushing your buttons

Yeah, there's no answer and you call twice

Nobody be at my house

I was at the studio all night

Last night I slept on the couch

I might, wake up, do it all again

There's a world gone crazy outside

But let's pretend that it's alright

We keep pretending that it's alright

I run around with open scissors

They taking pictures

I could lose my head, they grow instead

It only gets bigger

I put on foot in front of the other

I never settle, waste your time

With water and wine

I'm turning liquid to metals

Still the same dude that used to never be sure

When I was way more insecure, and I'd feel better before

No umbrellas never could weather the storm

No sympathy for the devil, too busy building a temple

I am looking beyond, leaving them looking

Hottest to grill,

I'm putting them on when I be cooking cooking cooking cooking

I keep on running if I have to

Medusa never turned me to a statue, no

I keep it moving, but keep it low (low)

You can do your thing, bitch, to each their own (yeah)

But you better do something

We keep on pushing your buttons (buttons)

Yeah, there's no answer and you call twice

Nobody be at my house

I was at the studio all night

Last night I slept on the couch

I might, wake up, do it all again

There's a world gone crazy outside

But let's pretend that it's alright

We keep pretending that it's alright