Eight

[00:00.000] 作词 : PO8
[00:01.000] 作曲 : PO8
[00:02.000] 编曲 : yocho
[00:22.52]混音母带:yocho
[00:30.29]没用过金匙盛汤
[00:32.16]同样也没混过地下
[00:33.78]我歌词没成为文章
[00:35.28]我喷过的涂鸦也没成为壁画
[00:38.52]庆幸这该死的音乐在拖后腿
[00:40.88]我不想等穿上了西装
[00:42.14]被现实给逼崩溃才发现自己有多后悔
[00:44.66]麦克风握在身前
[00:46.66]汗水在手心的甜
[00:48.54]不管又走了多年
[00:49.78]与音乐还保持着联络
[00:51.53]朋友都没能共患难的
[00:53.53]随时间的推移也看淡了 
[00:55.27]我渐渐的厌倦了无谓的谩骂在神圣的 hiphop 里泛滥着 
[00:58.81]给我把锋利的匕首要斩断这惨淡的纽带
[01:01.15]去反叛那丑态
[01:02.18]又被迫在地下和商业间转换
[01:04.18]所以也难得有这样的感叹
[01:07.81]没受过维也纳金色的熏陶
[01:10.16]把琴键给轻敲
[01:11.18]平凡的精卫也能掀起远海的惊涛
[01:14.17]I won't say no more
[01:15.79]Filling my lungs with smoke
[01:17.67]I talked to God
[01:18.78]If you take my body you have to take my soul
[01:22.53]也许我跟他们有所不同
[01:24.28]其实更像一杯冲淡的酒
[01:26.29]平淡又无味但残留的苦涩总刺痛喉咙
[01:29.02]I won't say no more
[01:30.51]Filling my lungs with smoke
[01:32.35]I talked to God
[01:33.24]If you take my body you have to take my soul
[01:37.00]也许我跟他们有所不同
[01:39.00]其实更像一杯冲淡的酒
[01:40.88]平淡又无味但残留的苦涩总刺痛喉咙
[01:43.61]也许我内心是畏惧的 eh 
[01:45.36]也许和他们是对立的 eh 
[01:47.24]抛弃了白昼和睡欲 
[01:48.48]在黑夜把坚硬的蚕茧都褪去了 eh 
[01:50.99]所以扑向燃起的烧身的野火
[01:53.98]那些无法去先知的结果 
[01:55.47]笨重的时间它将会去解锁 
[01:57.26]都想不费力就当莫扎特
[01:59.48]像理查德曼或巴赫
[02:01.36]当这世界变成一个时装秀 
[02:03.11]街头诗人依旧穿破夹克 
[02:08.36]就像是叶能被清风给卷落 
[02:10.11]就像是镜能被滴水给点破
[02:12.24]Ima PO8 PO8 with no soulmate
[02:14.37]一个人背起这无边的梦
[02:16.25]就会受罪都没后退
[02:18.00]So why do you people tho get me so wrong
[02:21.24]太多双眼睛在注视你 eh
[02:22.99]都想要拿我的故事比对
[02:24.87]那么就请各位竖直椅背 take off
[02:27.53]I won't say no more
[02:29.41]Filling my lungs with smoke
[02:31.03]I talked to God
[02:32.31]If you take my body you have to take my soul
[02:35.81]也许我跟他们有所不同
[02:37.69]其实更像一杯冲淡的酒
[02:39.40]平淡又无味但残留的苦涩总刺痛喉咙
[02:42.30]I won't say no more
[02:44.30]Filling my lungs with smoke
[02:45.80]I talked to God
[02:46.69]If you take my body you have to take my soul
[02:50.40]也许我跟他们有所不同
[02:52.20]其实更像一杯冲淡的酒
[02:54.16]平淡又无味但残留的苦涩总刺痛喉咙
[03:11.40]Motivated, sold my tickets
[03:13.36]We be like stars on stage huh
[03:15.24]Meditated, everyday I’m
[03:17.03]writing some bars on page huh
[03:18.86]Got some haters, got some fakers
[03:20.61]I got a heart doesn’t age huh
[03:22.49]Checking status, we’re heading Vegas
[03:24.37]Hop in the car I’ll take ya
[03:26.12]Motivated, sold my tickets
[03:28.25]We be like stars on stage huh
[03:29.87]Meditated, everyday I’m
[03:31.62]writing some bars on page huh
[03:33.50]Got some haters, got some fakers
[03:35.25]I got a heart doesn’t age huh
[03:37.12]Checking status, we’re heading Vegas
[03:39.00]Hop in the car I’ll take ya
作词 : PO8
作曲 : PO8
编曲 : yocho
混音母带:yocho
没用过金匙盛汤
同样也没混过地下
我歌词没成为文章
我喷过的涂鸦也没成为壁画
庆幸这该死的音乐在拖后腿
我不想等穿上了西装
被现实给逼崩溃才发现自己有多后悔
麦克风握在身前
汗水在手心的甜
不管又走了多年
与音乐还保持着联络
朋友都没能共患难的
随时间的推移也看淡了 
我渐渐的厌倦了无谓的谩骂在神圣的 hiphop 里泛滥着 
给我把锋利的匕首要斩断这惨淡的纽带
去反叛那丑态
又被迫在地下和商业间转换
所以也难得有这样的感叹
没受过维也纳金色的熏陶
把琴键给轻敲
平凡的精卫也能掀起远海的惊涛
I won't say no more
Filling my lungs with smoke
I talked to God
If you take my body you have to take my soul
也许我跟他们有所不同
其实更像一杯冲淡的酒
平淡又无味但残留的苦涩总刺痛喉咙
I won't say no more
Filling my lungs with smoke
I talked to God
If you take my body you have to take my soul
也许我跟他们有所不同
其实更像一杯冲淡的酒
平淡又无味但残留的苦涩总刺痛喉咙
也许我内心是畏惧的 eh 
也许和他们是对立的 eh 
抛弃了白昼和睡欲 
在黑夜把坚硬的蚕茧都褪去了 eh 
所以扑向燃起的烧身的野火
那些无法去先知的结果 
笨重的时间它将会去解锁 
都想不费力就当莫扎特
像理查德曼或巴赫
当这世界变成一个时装秀 
街头诗人依旧穿破夹克 
就像是叶能被清风给卷落 
就像是镜能被滴水给点破
Ima PO8 PO8 with no soulmate
一个人背起这无边的梦
就会受罪都没后退
So why do you people tho get me so wrong
太多双眼睛在注视你 eh
都想要拿我的故事比对
那么就请各位竖直椅背 take off
I won't say no more
Filling my lungs with smoke
I talked to God
If you take my body you have to take my soul
也许我跟他们有所不同
其实更像一杯冲淡的酒
平淡又无味但残留的苦涩总刺痛喉咙
I won't say no more
Filling my lungs with smoke
I talked to God
If you take my body you have to take my soul
也许我跟他们有所不同
其实更像一杯冲淡的酒
平淡又无味但残留的苦涩总刺痛喉咙
Motivated, sold my tickets
We be like stars on stage huh
Meditated, everyday I’m
writing some bars on page huh
Got some haters, got some fakers
I got a heart doesn’t age huh
Checking status, we’re heading Vegas
Hop in the car I’ll take ya
Motivated, sold my tickets
We be like stars on stage huh
Meditated, everyday I’m
writing some bars on page huh
Got some haters, got some fakers
I got a heart doesn’t age huh
Checking status, we’re heading Vegas
Hop in the car I’ll take ya