| Song | The Me You Don't See |
| Artist | K-Rino |
| Album | Book Number 7 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : K Rino | |
| (talking:) | |
| Hey, come into my house for a second | |
| What house, yeah my real house listen to your boy | |
| (K-Rino:) | |
| I been to' down by the world, now it's time to rebuild | |
| I'm real enough to call you fake, and you too fake to tell me that I'm real | |
| Out of your two sides, which one will we know | |
| The real side behind closed doors, or the one that you show | |
| When I'm alone I talk to myself, that's strange to you | |
| I think we all do, you crazy if you don't in my view | |
| Showing as much of my game face, the world can consume | |
| But how do I carry myself, when it's just me in a room | |
| Don't get me wrong, I thank the good Lord for blessing my stillness | |
| Like ignorance, seems to get more blessings than realness | |
| Positivity I condone, but still I'm prone to do evil | |
| Have you ever felt alone, inside a room full of people | |
| If we could read minds for a day, and hear what folks ain't speaking | |
| You might be shocked, if you knew what some of these people were thinking | |
| About you yeah you, I know that I'm being felt | |
| You can tell them lies to me, but you can't lie to yourself | |
| (Hook: Ashlei Mayadia) | |
| The side of me, that you don't see | |
| That shows the pain, and the misery | |
| That I'm going through, but never showing you | |
| But when I'm all alone, this is what I do | |
| (K-Rino:) | |
| My bad side I'm guilty, you're barely checking that | |
| I dream that I shed tears, the second that God read me my record back | |
| I activate thoughts, and sharpen my wits | |
| The deeper you go inside my heart, the darker it gets | |
| I rarely speak about my street wars, the things that I've done | |
| The youngster that tried to kill me, in 2001 | |
| Or was it 2002, I can't remember myself | |
| I can't forget where I came from, cause I never left | |
| Now if I wanna stack, I gotta bring my serious mind back | |
| I put nothing past nobody, and it's a period behind that | |
| I been the villain and the victim, but my love is blind black | |
| If you ain't sure you heard me right, then rewind that line back | |
| I take the bad with the good, cause they feed each other | |
| I might be tripping, but it's kinda like they need each other | |
| Because without good, the bad wouldn't be seen and such | |
| And without the bad, the good might not mean as much | |
| (Hook) | |
| (K-Rino:) | |
| The me you don't see, the side that tends to play men | |
| The side the day he asked God, to forgive him for the same sin | |
| The side of me that's scared to fail, and won't face the ill winds | |
| That occasionally doubts, the existence of real friends | |
| The real me, not the M.C. that brag and boast | |
| The man who underappreciates women, he loves the most | |
| The side of me that wanna give up, but'll never admit it | |
| Who know the move I pulled was out of line, but still went and did it | |
| I'm trying to gather good intentions, and abolish what's left | |
| The man that's sitting inside the hoe house, with not of his self | |
| Do I think it's fair I make music, that not many jam | |
| Or hourly say I ain't tripping, but inside I really am | |
| Women come and go, relationships was never what they could be | |
| Some loved me, but I don't think none of em understood me | |
| Cause if they did, we'd still be together possibly | |
| But I can't cry about it, cause whatever happened was meant to be yeah | |
| (Hook) |
| zuo qu : K Rino | |
| talking: | |
| Hey, come into my house for a second | |
| What house, yeah my real house listen to your boy | |
| KRino: | |
| I been to' down by the world, now it' s time to rebuild | |
| I' m real enough to call you fake, and you too fake to tell me that I' m real | |
| Out of your two sides, which one will we know | |
| The real side behind closed doors, or the one that you show | |
| When I' m alone I talk to myself, that' s strange to you | |
| I think we all do, you crazy if you don' t in my view | |
| Showing as much of my game face, the world can consume | |
| But how do I carry myself, when it' s just me in a room | |
| Don' t get me wrong, I thank the good Lord for blessing my stillness | |
| Like ignorance, seems to get more blessings than realness | |
| Positivity I condone, but still I' m prone to do evil | |
| Have you ever felt alone, inside a room full of people | |
| If we could read minds for a day, and hear what folks ain' t speaking | |
| You might be shocked, if you knew what some of these people were thinking | |
| About you yeah you, I know that I' m being felt | |
| You can tell them lies to me, but you can' t lie to yourself | |
| Hook: Ashlei Mayadia | |
| The side of me, that you don' t see | |
| That shows the pain, and the misery | |
| That I' m going through, but never showing you | |
| But when I' m all alone, this is what I do | |
| KRino: | |
| My bad side I' m guilty, you' re barely checking that | |
| I dream that I shed tears, the second that God read me my record back | |
| I activate thoughts, and sharpen my wits | |
| The deeper you go inside my heart, the darker it gets | |
| I rarely speak about my street wars, the things that I' ve done | |
| The youngster that tried to kill me, in 2001 | |
| Or was it 2002, I can' t remember myself | |
| I can' t forget where I came from, cause I never left | |
| Now if I wanna stack, I gotta bring my serious mind back | |
| I put nothing past nobody, and it' s a period behind that | |
| I been the villain and the victim, but my love is blind black | |
| If you ain' t sure you heard me right, then rewind that line back | |
| I take the bad with the good, cause they feed each other | |
| I might be tripping, but it' s kinda like they need each other | |
| Because without good, the bad wouldn' t be seen and such | |
| And without the bad, the good might not mean as much | |
| Hook | |
| KRino: | |
| The me you don' t see, the side that tends to play men | |
| The side the day he asked God, to forgive him for the same sin | |
| The side of me that' s scared to fail, and won' t face the ill winds | |
| That occasionally doubts, the existence of real friends | |
| The real me, not the M. C. that brag and boast | |
| The man who underappreciates women, he loves the most | |
| The side of me that wanna give up, but' ll never admit it | |
| Who know the move I pulled was out of line, but still went and did it | |
| I' m trying to gather good intentions, and abolish what' s left | |
| The man that' s sitting inside the hoe house, with not of his self | |
| Do I think it' s fair I make music, that not many jam | |
| Or hourly say I ain' t tripping, but inside I really am | |
| Women come and go, relationships was never what they could be | |
| Some loved me, but I don' t think none of em understood me | |
| Cause if they did, we' d still be together possibly | |
| But I can' t cry about it, cause whatever happened was meant to be yeah | |
| Hook |
| zuò qǔ : K Rino | |
| talking: | |
| Hey, come into my house for a second | |
| What house, yeah my real house listen to your boy | |
| KRino: | |
| I been to' down by the world, now it' s time to rebuild | |
| I' m real enough to call you fake, and you too fake to tell me that I' m real | |
| Out of your two sides, which one will we know | |
| The real side behind closed doors, or the one that you show | |
| When I' m alone I talk to myself, that' s strange to you | |
| I think we all do, you crazy if you don' t in my view | |
| Showing as much of my game face, the world can consume | |
| But how do I carry myself, when it' s just me in a room | |
| Don' t get me wrong, I thank the good Lord for blessing my stillness | |
| Like ignorance, seems to get more blessings than realness | |
| Positivity I condone, but still I' m prone to do evil | |
| Have you ever felt alone, inside a room full of people | |
| If we could read minds for a day, and hear what folks ain' t speaking | |
| You might be shocked, if you knew what some of these people were thinking | |
| About you yeah you, I know that I' m being felt | |
| You can tell them lies to me, but you can' t lie to yourself | |
| Hook: Ashlei Mayadia | |
| The side of me, that you don' t see | |
| That shows the pain, and the misery | |
| That I' m going through, but never showing you | |
| But when I' m all alone, this is what I do | |
| KRino: | |
| My bad side I' m guilty, you' re barely checking that | |
| I dream that I shed tears, the second that God read me my record back | |
| I activate thoughts, and sharpen my wits | |
| The deeper you go inside my heart, the darker it gets | |
| I rarely speak about my street wars, the things that I' ve done | |
| The youngster that tried to kill me, in 2001 | |
| Or was it 2002, I can' t remember myself | |
| I can' t forget where I came from, cause I never left | |
| Now if I wanna stack, I gotta bring my serious mind back | |
| I put nothing past nobody, and it' s a period behind that | |
| I been the villain and the victim, but my love is blind black | |
| If you ain' t sure you heard me right, then rewind that line back | |
| I take the bad with the good, cause they feed each other | |
| I might be tripping, but it' s kinda like they need each other | |
| Because without good, the bad wouldn' t be seen and such | |
| And without the bad, the good might not mean as much | |
| Hook | |
| KRino: | |
| The me you don' t see, the side that tends to play men | |
| The side the day he asked God, to forgive him for the same sin | |
| The side of me that' s scared to fail, and won' t face the ill winds | |
| That occasionally doubts, the existence of real friends | |
| The real me, not the M. C. that brag and boast | |
| The man who underappreciates women, he loves the most | |
| The side of me that wanna give up, but' ll never admit it | |
| Who know the move I pulled was out of line, but still went and did it | |
| I' m trying to gather good intentions, and abolish what' s left | |
| The man that' s sitting inside the hoe house, with not of his self | |
| Do I think it' s fair I make music, that not many jam | |
| Or hourly say I ain' t tripping, but inside I really am | |
| Women come and go, relationships was never what they could be | |
| Some loved me, but I don' t think none of em understood me | |
| Cause if they did, we' d still be together possibly | |
| But I can' t cry about it, cause whatever happened was meant to be yeah | |
| Hook |