| Song | You're Worth the Whole World |
| Artist | Hood |
| Album | Cold House |
| 作词 : Hood | |
| Face a word bank and fill in the blanks | |
| (?) | |
| The hearts you've ever dropped | |
| He chews your own arm off for a drop, the glass absorbs your pain | |
| By the speeding dash line crash | |
| But the hearts are empty, you have no paint and that's the point | |
| It's blank city baby where the buildings get stepped on | |
| And all the red carpets they fade | |
| Now the barbers don't courtesy hairwash | |
| But the Devil will crop just your long hair | |
| And the Devil's (?) | |
| (?) | |
| My dimes are full | |
| I carry a sad dollar | |
| They play me six Decembers | |
| If you can cast my face for any paint that's left | |
| I feel so (wild?) |
| zuò cí : Hood | |
| Face a word bank and fill in the blanks | |
| ? | |
| The hearts you' ve ever dropped | |
| He chews your own arm off for a drop, the glass absorbs your pain | |
| By the speeding dash line crash | |
| But the hearts are empty, you have no paint and that' s the point | |
| It' s blank city baby where the buildings get stepped on | |
| And all the red carpets they fade | |
| Now the barbers don' t courtesy hairwash | |
| But the Devil will crop just your long hair | |
| And the Devil' s ? | |
| ? | |
| My dimes are full | |
| I carry a sad dollar | |
| They play me six Decembers | |
| If you can cast my face for any paint that' s left | |
| I feel so wild? |