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