Lord Lord Lord Feat Mos Def Swizz Beatz Raekwon and Charlie Wilson-Ye (侃爷)

歌手 : Ye (侃爷)

专辑 : Good Friday

语种 : 英语

时长 : 07:30

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TXT Lord Lord Lord Feat Mos Def Swizz Beatz Raekwon and Charlie Wilson-Ye (侃爷) 文本歌词

This is something special*

This is something new

This is something special

This is something new

Lord Lord Lord

The power of observation

Marvels and frights and strange delights

Attributes, properties, disciplines and novelties

Ecstatic patterns in the calendar design

Wilderness tours guided by and for the blind

Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shade

He knew those lights only grew bright to fame

Dead wrong pageantry, lottery and games

Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake

The carnival tilt bell will hustle for the age

They clutch what they covet, but what must they give away

Who was uninvited? who was asked to come and stay?

Surprise it's your life, it's your business anyway

So please, pardon these and such curious minds

Peace, safe passage, precious time

Hither and gone, the day of days

this tiny stone illuminated by a star far gone

Only a star so large, many more

To make our largest star show small

Furthermore, the end is not the end no stop but a pause

What we can witness is all that is at all

Cuss the mock over scotch and pork chops

The passion, expansion, the order of the random

See the dreamers see the sleepers

Why would you wake 'em, sweet Jesus and life on Earth

Seek heaven first

Let put in this work

Lord Lord lord

This is something special

This is something new

Her heels set the mood

Where did you acquire those are liars

When I met you I heard Jesus bells, strings and a choir

I got lines better than niggas albums, plural

King of the urban make your sh*t sound rural

She said I hit it so deep she need an epidural

Them other niggas have you looking like a squirrel

And that's nuts, I only hang around with white boys that like black sluts.

Tell em Plain Pat yo that track sucks

We ain't dissin' you between the position you play something for us to listen to

I'm tryin' to worry about my scratch minus the crabs

I ain't stopping for you niggas like yellow cabs

I got scripts so why we need a movie

And if I'm a douche than put me in your coochie

I swear they should have never gave these niggas looseleaf

And excuse me if I'm trapped by the boobies

Booby trap, holla back

AK on the lap like what's that

Click clack

This is something special

This is something new

All white Bentley I call that momma

My life crazy, like Obama's

You talk slick well I'm Osama

Bin Laden, what's happenin' I get it crackin'

All black carbon, I'm a rich yeah

It's gonna take you a couple years to get this here

Thank AP while they thank me

And I'd be mad too if you ain't me

Call me Mr Deeds or Mister boss

See me riding clean in a Rolls Royce

Niggas talking funny that's old money

Niggas looking crazy but they acting funny

Nowadays rappers, they like bloggers

You see me I'm a a bank hogger

Coming through your hood and I brings trucks

With 25â˛s on it like what the f**k

Hundred feet and better why they f**k you stick

Paparzzi on the water, why the f**k you stick

My face got the f**k you pricks

My beats go hard like f**k you dicks

Pourin' champagne damn thing

Sit there rockin' suede ni**a in the damn rain

Ain't a damn thing, money ain't a damn thing

Ask Yeezy and Mos we do the God damn thing

Get down to the precious lovers

Ayo, open glass on my fingers

I sit back like I'm caged but still cakin'

My niggas is hatin'

It's like being in the livest Lambo in the hood

You a piece of steak I'd rather be that than some bacon

Every project is a throne, only just bigger stones they throw

That why I wear a big hat and roll w**d

Where you going, if you don't know where you came or when you came

All you know is w**d and coc*ine

Non believers, no game

I'm zooted down, rollin' a spliff

Maxin' flamin' like wheels got traction

I'm son he's attracted

Guaranteed to service the real niggas

Or cruisin' in a Volvo

A duffle for dolo, puffy polo

That blow house is where I reside

Live amongst fiends, countin' currency, hittin' blunts

Only to hear the door rumble

Grab the four, hope it ain't the law

Or maybe some ni**a tryna score

Lord Lord Lord