bobby digital's little wings歌词 歌手R.A.P. FerreiraScallops Hotel-专辑Bob's Son-单曲《bobby digital's little wings》LRC歌词下

[00:00.000] 作词 : Rory Allen Philip Ferreira [00:00.569] 作曲 : Rory Allen Philip Ferreira [00:01.138] Caramel toffees [00:03.495] Look at that Bobby [00:06.239] Digital in the lobby [00:08.905] Shout out to Bobby Digital [00:10.864] Ayy, dog, ruby yacht [00:12.737] What else we gon' do now? We gon' do somethin' nice and simple [00:17.033] It is? That's my religion too [00:20.237] Alright, we gon' do, I'm gon' do a poem now [00:23.511] The title of the poem is "Hallelujah, I love Jazz" [00:29.989] Gawk openly, gamma rays washed over me [00:32.663] Fidgets with hidden crest [00:34.075] The fickle house guest giving heartfelt thanks [00:36.154] Titanic sank 'cause black people weren't allowed on it [00:38.762] How's that for power? [00:39.800] Spirits get hungry and credentials get devoured [00:41.959] Halfway there, they feelin' laissez-faire [00:44.072] Personally, I'm more hands on, stand strong [00:46.475] As a late evening doppio [00:47.942] Long face at the supermercado [00:49.599] Merriment stammer lopside [00:51.108] Coded messages on gamma ferric oxide [00:53.043] I'm a terrorist with a mock Mai Tai [00:54.587] Blissed out on the sunset [00:55.957] Askin' my son, "Are you having fun yet?" [00:57.675] He grins loudly, how his granny did [00:59.529] We be black as some mission figs [01:01.138] Flourishing future to past [01:02.586] And that's what the mission is [01:03.785] Remain unashamed to be sensitive [01:05.492] As such is the first stage of vigilance [01:07.474] As such is the first stage of vigilance [01:10.823] As such is the first stage of vigilance [01:14.594] To be sensitive, dig [01:16.851] Two weeks after turning 19 [01:18.759] I gave birth to my first born, my son [01:22.520] Four months later, I had my first panic attack [01:26.724] I remember lying down [01:28.244] I remember putting my son down, unable to catch my breath [01:33.623] Ashy as my turban is [01:35.129] Bad mood, citing atmospheric disturbances [01:37.853] Detritus and oil fields [01:39.382] Place littered with human shields [01:41.371] Hosts for delinquents [01:42.784] I'm just tryin' to remember the next pose in the sequence [01:45.044] Six four and my back hurts [01:46.483] Mixmaster wrote the passwords [01:48.345] Known for choppin' samples and evading capture [01:50.558] Obnoxious laughter, jazz and rapture [01:52.745] A structured approach to letting go [01:54.340] Coached from your very own stereo [02:00.430] Chest feeling so tight and just lying on the bed crying [02:04.181] Certain I'm fast about to die [02:12.830] "The Spring Cricket Considers the Question of Negritude" [02:18.337] I was playing my tunes all by myself [02:21.657] I didn't know anybody else who could play along [02:25.338] Sure, the tunes were sad, but sweet too [02:28.740] And wouldn't come until the day gave out [02:32.069] You know that way the sky has of dangling her last bright wisps? [02:37.420] That's when the ache would bloom inside until I couldn't wait [02:41.752] I knelt down to scrape myself clean [02:45.406] And didn't care who heard