[00:00.000] 作曲 : Akai Solo
[00:00.497][Verse]
[00:10.342]Uh, cats clawing at the door
[00:12.847]Looking for new opus
[00:14.379]Shit, I'm looking for it too
[00:15.634]Call your bluff like five lives
[00:17.390]See through the man like CAT scans
[00:19.697]What he did got your clan seething
[00:21.455]When tragedy strikes, it's quick like a seamless hit
[00:24.776]Confirm the shit
[00:25.823]Now these niggas hitting the jig [?] not to
[00:28.333]Type of things that be cutting my wig up
[00:30.348]A need for waiting up, in the end, we blaming me
[00:32.860]A phenomenon felt way before we see it
[00:35.627]It's how I knows it's meaningful
[00:37.132]The cocoon of bitterness
[00:38.385]Not sure if I should [?]
[00:40.896]Eyes luminescent like [?] spells
[00:42.945]Her aura ring cosmic bells, the uninformed go, "What's that?"
[00:46.208]When they score it's in favor and unanimous
[00:49.046]Gon' need one of Jinwoo's daggers to take a stab at the kid
[00:52.309]Run a marathon on E, extremely exhausted and uninspired, uh
[00:56.617]Coughin' up smoke when I'm in search of fire
[00:59.125]What's the purpose of a sale, I'm not expolorin' or buying
[01:02.136]Opt out the business of lying
[01:03.891]Y'all swervin' like you live frying
[01:05.650]You wearing out the kid like they only pair of kicks
[01:08.917]Shorty chef and I'm cooling in my unresponsiveness
[01:11.741]In a rut and I'm wilin'
[01:13.000]Out of touch with my calling
[01:14.256]Phone dead, don't call it
[01:15.512]People love gassing the room 'til everyone inside folds
[01:19.834]Like fingers in wrathful hands
[01:21.840]I'm sittin' in front the stand, broken
[01:23.596]But give a damn if you want label the freer they come
[01:26.388]Name a price, crickets and dust
[01:27.834]Transactions is rusty
[01:29.088]Con-man only workin'
[01:30.592]We out here, run me ragged
[01:32.349]Do the dirt dash, double tap through a dream
[01:34.607]Focus reinforced like a Metagross beam, yo
[01:37.618]You a dud bomb
[01:38.622]I possess larger than lives lost, lives you lead
[01:41.162]Conundrums granted [?] craters in mind
[01:43.919]Seeking got me entitled to find it
[01:45.926]I ain't seen my dog in weeks
[01:48.016]Who knows why? I do
[01:50.085]Elude contact interactions
[01:51.845]We both got things in common
[01:53.595]We both lackin' a purpose
[01:54.855]Tucked away in the echo chamber of my hurt, court-side
[01:57.916]Foes of the constitution of my woes worldwide
[02:00.679]Doin' the worst, take a toke while I walk around it
[02:03.723]Pass me marigold, a heart and sole, ten toes
[02:06.482]Why do mine gets toes taken
[02:08.239]When you black, it's no such thing as too talented
[02:11.065]When we arrive at these gifts where the out lie
[02:13.324]Where it's wilder in a dead silence
[02:15.084]We plan to cherish it, quick
[02:16.853]Before brody did me dirty
[02:18.630]When I was overtly overwhelmed
[02:20.467]Overthinking, overly cogent
[02:23.262]Dipped me in the trash suddenly
[02:25.018]Descended further into filth, actually
[02:27.024]Before brody became me, brody told me, "don't quit"
[02:29.784]I'on't hold advice close from joke blokes, choke
[02:32.552]Don't ask me where I got it from
[02:34.057]Finger-gunning at the sky, then I'm aiming at my hombre
[02:36.817]Don't call me papa, I'm not proud of you, I'm not dipping
[02:39.844]Too much [?] equipped to be a old man
[02:42.351]With a cornucopia of flavors
[02:45.362]As if we toasting with Old Bay cans
[02:47.466]Cannot adventure anywhere else when you stuck where you been
[02:50.772]The true task is synthesizing the positive utility from the deepest throes of negativity
[02:55.804]Showcasing kush with my slaps as the soundtrack
[02:58.314]The typa content we welcome with arms open
[03:02.371]AKAI

作曲 : Akai Solo
Uh, cats clawing at the door
Looking for new opus
Shit, I'm looking for it too
Call your bluff like five lives
See through the man like CAT scans
What he did got your clan seething
When tragedy strikes, it's quick like a seamless hit
Confirm the shit
Now these niggas hitting the jig not to
Type of things that be cutting my wig up
A need for waiting up, in the end, we blaming me
A phenomenon felt way before we see it
It's how I knows it's meaningful
The cocoon of bitterness
Not sure if I should
Eyes luminescent like spells
Her aura ring cosmic bells, the uninformed go, "What's that?"
When they score it's in favor and unanimous
Gon' need one of Jinwoo's daggers to take a stab at the kid
Run a marathon on E, extremely exhausted and uninspired, uh
Coughin' up smoke when I'm in search of fire
What's the purpose of a sale, I'm not expolorin' or buying
Opt out the business of lying
Y'all swervin' like you live frying
You wearing out the kid like they only pair of kicks
Shorty chef and I'm cooling in my unresponsiveness
In a rut and I'm wilin'
Out of touch with my calling
Phone dead, don't call it
People love gassing the room 'til everyone inside folds
Like fingers in wrathful hands
I'm sittin' in front the stand, broken
But give a damn if you want label the freer they come
Name a price, crickets and dust
Transactions is rusty
Con-man only workin'
We out here, run me ragged
Do the dirt dash, double tap through a dream
Focus reinforced like a Metagross beam, yo
You a dud bomb
I possess larger than lives lost, lives you lead
Conundrums granted craters in mind
Seeking got me entitled to find it
I ain't seen my dog in weeks
Who knows why? I do
Elude contact interactions
We both got things in common
We both lackin' a purpose
Tucked away in the echo chamber of my hurt, court-side
Foes of the constitution of my woes worldwide
Doin' the worst, take a toke while I walk around it
Pass me marigold, a heart and sole, ten toes
Why do mine gets toes taken
When you black, it's no such thing as too talented
When we arrive at these gifts where the out lie
Where it's wilder in a dead silence
We plan to cherish it, quick
Before brody did me dirty
When I was overtly overwhelmed
Overthinking, overly cogent
Dipped me in the trash suddenly
Descended further into filth, actually
Before brody became me, brody told me, "don't quit"
I'on't hold advice close from joke blokes, choke
Don't ask me where I got it from
Finger-gunning at the sky, then I'm aiming at my hombre
Don't call me papa, I'm not proud of you, I'm not dipping
Too much equipped to be a old man
With a cornucopia of flavors
As if we toasting with Old Bay cans
Cannot adventure anywhere else when you stuck where you been
The true task is synthesizing the positive utility from the deepest throes of negativity
Showcasing kush with my slaps as the soundtrack
The typa content we welcome with arms open
AKAI