[00:00.000] 作曲 : Abby-Lynn Keen/Oscar Linnander/Warren Felder/Trevor Brown/Beninu Adolemiui/Shondrae Crawford/Radric Davis/Howard Kaylan/Mark Volman
[00:02.970]I'm from Alabama, I'm 'bout 4' 11"
[00:06.920]I've got a shitty father, and I'd like to go to Heaven
[00:10.500]Internally, I'm scrappy, but I'm afraid to fight
[00:13.950]I prefer to keep my hoops in, so I stay in at night
[00:17.300]They tell me not to falter to tell them who I am
[00:20.860]But I'm not ****ing sure, I know I love shitty men
[00:24.500]They normally contribute to the state that I'm in
[00:27.890]This place that I'm in, this ****ing state that I'm in
[00:31.540]Sometimes in the morning, I feel bad when I get up
[00:35.090]And I look around my house, and I look at all the stuff
[00:38.530]I get to feeling guilty and I think about my mom
[00:42.280]I'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks
[00:45.830]No
[00:47.990]I don't wanna talk about it
[00:51.100]I'd rather write my way around it
[00:54.830]'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
[00:59.130]No
[01:02.160]I don't like the way it's sounding
[01:05.400]And I don't know no one around here
[01:09.080]And I don't wanna talk about it
[01:13.660]I don't wanna talk about it
[01:15.540]I'm not much of a cooker, but I like to make my pasta
[01:21.200]I throw it in a pot, and I mix it with the thought of
[01:24.690]Losing all I've ever had, losing all I've ever fought for
[01:28.150]And then I get high and I wonder what it's all for
[01:31.690]I write songs about my father and the ****ed up shit he did
[01:35.040]But I take one out the chamber 'cause I'm learning to forgive
[01:38.500]I would rather not throw him right up under the bus
[01:42.220]Though I used to wish some day that he'd get hit by that bus
[01:45.650]I would like to not be bitter, yeah, and I'd take that back
[01:49.170]And I prefer sweet, but still, I take my coffee black
[01:52.670]It's 4:00 in the morning and I wake up in a sweat
[01:56.200]Paranoid that someone's there, it's only ever just the wind
[01:59.980]Oh
[02:02.680]I don't wanna talk about it
[02:05.320]I wanna write my way around it
[02:09.050]But I don't wanna talk about it
[02:13.450]No
[02:16.600]I don't like the way it sounds
[02:19.440]And I don't know no one around here
[02:23.040]And I don't wanna talk about it
[02:27.360]Somehow now I'm twenty and I'm trying to figure out
[02:31.790]What the hell to do with love and what the hell to do without
[02:35.080]I walk in with my head held high, I feel like a tall child
[02:38.670]I'll sample Lemonade to make Gucci Mane proud

作曲 : Abby-Lynn Keen/Oscar Linnander/Warren Felder/Trevor Brown/Beninu Adolemiui/Shondrae Crawford/Radric Davis/Howard Kaylan/Mark Volman
I'm from Alabama, I'm 'bout 4' 11"
I've got a shitty father, and I'd like to go to Heaven
Internally, I'm scrappy, but I'm afraid to fight
I prefer to keep my hoops in, so I stay in at night
They tell me not to falter to tell them who I am
But I'm not ****ing sure, I know I love shitty men
They normally contribute to the state that I'm in
This place that I'm in, this ****ing state that I'm in
Sometimes in the morning, I feel bad when I get up
And I look around my house, and I look at all the stuff
I get to feeling guilty and I think about my mom
I'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks
No
I don't wanna talk about it
I'd rather write my way around it
'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
No
I don't like the way it's sounding
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it
I'm not much of a cooker, but I like to make my pasta
I throw it in a pot, and I mix it with the thought of
Losing all I've ever had, losing all I've ever fought for
And then I get high and I wonder what it's all for
I write songs about my father and the ****ed up shit he did
But I take one out the chamber 'cause I'm learning to forgive
I would rather not throw him right up under the bus
Though I used to wish some day that he'd get hit by that bus
I would like to not be bitter, yeah, and I'd take that back
And I prefer sweet, but still, I take my coffee black
It's 4:00 in the morning and I wake up in a sweat
Paranoid that someone's there, it's only ever just the wind
Oh
I don't wanna talk about it
I wanna write my way around it
But I don't wanna talk about it
No
I don't like the way it sounds
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
Somehow now I'm twenty and I'm trying to figure out
What the hell to do with love and what the hell to do without
I walk in with my head held high, I feel like a tall child
I'll sample Lemonade to make Gucci Mane proud