PO8 - Eight (8) (Live) [Hi-Res](50.41 MB)
没用过金匙盛汤
所以我才那么惧怕
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
被束缚在机舱内
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Hip-hop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
又被迫在独立和流行间转换
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
Feeling my throat got choked
I talked to God
If you take my body
You have to take my soul too
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
Feeling my throat got choked
I talked to God
If you take my body
You have to take my soul too
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
也许和他们是对立的
抛弃了白昼和睡欲
在黑夜把坚硬的蚕茧都褪去了
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
I'm 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
Though get me so wrong
太多双眼睛在注视你
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
Feeling my throat got choked
I talked to God
If you take my body
You have to take my soul too
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
Feeling my throat got choked
I talked to God
If you take my body
You have to take my soul too
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
OK everyone put your hands up
You ready
One two three
Let's go
Motivated
Sold my tickets
We be like stars on stage
Meditated everyday I'm
Writing some bars on page
Got some haters got some fakers
I got a heart doesn't age
Checking status
We're heading Vegas
Hop in the car I'll take you
Motivated
Sold my tickets
We be like stars on stage
Meditated everyday I'm
Writing some bars on page
Got some haters got some fakers
I got a heart doesn't age
Checking status
We're heading Vegas
Hop in the car I'll take you
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