Party For The Fight To Write Lyrics
| Song | Party For The Fight To Write |
| Artist | Atmosphere |
| Album | Sad Clown Bad Dub 3 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Slug | |
| [Intro:] This is one of those songs you can clap along too...[Slug] | |
| Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap | |
| Walks amoungst the flies that hover over the mat | |
| He lies, but only when there's a reason | |
| Measures life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season | |
| Poor at handling and managing income | |
| Got enough love to pass around and then some | |
| Been done, that there a name you can trust | |
| Read the whole match book and put a flame to the brush | |
| Good with pets, and rips up sets | |
| Put the show in biz, try to give what you get | |
| When you let him run free with the thought | |
| Pull the line in, try to see what you caught | |
| I ain't all that bad, but | |
| I ain't all that great | |
| I Went back to the lab and began to mutate | |
| Wait. I still look the same, still got the same dumb name | |
| Ain't a damn thing changed | |
| But if you like surprises, | |
| I know of a party | |
| Where they all dance around to your heart beat | |
| Bring your own agenda and embrace your flaws | |
| Lets put a face on this common cause[chorus:] | |
| And he said some got pencils and some got guns | |
| Some know how to stand and some of them run | |
| We don't get along, but we sing the same song | |
| Party for the fight to write, and write on | |
| Stay gold | |
| Pony Boy, stay true outspoken | |
| Make a record | |
| Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open | |
| With the theories, the stories, the truths, the myths | |
| Its all therapy, on top of turntable riffs | |
| This indutry's big, so big in fact (and fat?) | |
| We can all get some, and we can give some back | |
| And if its done correct, we'll make more than noise | |
| So pick it up, and pick me up when you're bored with the toys | |
| As a child | |
| Hip Hop made me read books, | |
| And Hip Hop made me wanna be a crook | |
| And Hip Hop gave me the way and something to say | |
| And all I took in return is a second look | |
| Son, you're shook, 'cause ain't no such thing as half way there | |
| Gettin' good at actin' like you just don't care | |
| The circle of life trying to make it square condition | |
| And self sit still | |
| And Still.. where have all the sheep gone | |
| Burnt down the farm and turned the | |
| TV onJohn | |
| Coltrine, | |
| Marvin Gaye and | |
| Bob Marley all get invitations to my party[chorus] | |
| And if I spent anymore time inside my head | |
| I'd probably need some leather straps attatched to my bed | |
| And if I go another day without eating a meal | |
| I'm gonna show you what it means to keep it real | |
| And if they keep shootin' guns up and down my block | |
| I Swear to | |
| God I'll be the first one to call the cops | |
| And if I gotta hear that song ever again | |
| You gonna have to share some of that beer my friend | |
| They mistake me as happy-go-lucky | |
| Just another base-head bobbin' nobody | |
| But from where | |
| I stand, they sould like spies | |
| Fillin' all the children's head with lies | |
| Well alright, get your money right | |
| But right now tonight | |
| I want you to pick a side | |
| So when you got your power and you got your chedder | |
| Let's get together soldier over throw this hold and make these roads better(Bring it on.. he said bring it on right now) [X2] | |
| Ain't nothin' but a party y'all... lets get it on[chorus X2] |
| zuo qu : Slug | |
| Intro: This is one of those songs you can clap along too... Slug | |
| Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap | |
| Walks amoungst the flies that hover over the mat | |
| He lies, but only when there' s a reason | |
| Measures life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season | |
| Poor at handling and managing income | |
| Got enough love to pass around and then some | |
| Been done, that there a name you can trust | |
| Read the whole match book and put a flame to the brush | |
| Good with pets, and rips up sets | |
| Put the show in biz, try to give what you get | |
| When you let him run free with the thought | |
| Pull the line in, try to see what you caught | |
| I ain' t all that bad, but | |
| I ain' t all that great | |
| I Went back to the lab and began to mutate | |
| Wait. I still look the same, still got the same dumb name | |
| Ain' t a damn thing changed | |
| But if you like surprises, | |
| I know of a party | |
| Where they all dance around to your heart beat | |
| Bring your own agenda and embrace your flaws | |
| Lets put a face on this common cause chorus: | |
| And he said some got pencils and some got guns | |
| Some know how to stand and some of them run | |
| We don' t get along, but we sing the same song | |
| Party for the fight to write, and write on | |
| Stay gold | |
| Pony Boy, stay true outspoken | |
| Make a record | |
| Mr. Gangster and get ' em all open | |
| With the theories, the stories, the truths, the myths | |
| Its all therapy, on top of turntable riffs | |
| This indutry' s big, so big in fact and fat? | |
| We can all get some, and we can give some back | |
| And if its done correct, we' ll make more than noise | |
| So pick it up, and pick me up when you' re bored with the toys | |
| As a child | |
| Hip Hop made me read books, | |
| And Hip Hop made me wanna be a crook | |
| And Hip Hop gave me the way and something to say | |
| And all I took in return is a second look | |
| Son, you' re shook, ' cause ain' t no such thing as half way there | |
| Gettin' good at actin' like you just don' t care | |
| The circle of life trying to make it square condition | |
| And self sit still | |
| And Still.. where have all the sheep gone | |
| Burnt down the farm and turned the | |
| TV onJohn | |
| Coltrine, | |
| Marvin Gaye and | |
| Bob Marley all get invitations to my party chorus | |
| And if I spent anymore time inside my head | |
| I' d probably need some leather straps attatched to my bed | |
| And if I go another day without eating a meal | |
| I' m gonna show you what it means to keep it real | |
| And if they keep shootin' guns up and down my block | |
| I Swear to | |
| God I' ll be the first one to call the cops | |
| And if I gotta hear that song ever again | |
| You gonna have to share some of that beer my friend | |
| They mistake me as happygolucky | |
| Just another basehead bobbin' nobody | |
| But from where | |
| I stand, they sould like spies | |
| Fillin' all the children' s head with lies | |
| Well alright, get your money right | |
| But right now tonight | |
| I want you to pick a side | |
| So when you got your power and you got your chedder | |
| Let' s get together soldier over throw this hold and make these roads better Bring it on.. he said bring it on right now X2 | |
| Ain' t nothin' but a party y' all... lets get it on chorus X2 |
| zuò qǔ : Slug | |
| Intro: This is one of those songs you can clap along too... Slug | |
| Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap | |
| Walks amoungst the flies that hover over the mat | |
| He lies, but only when there' s a reason | |
| Measures life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season | |
| Poor at handling and managing income | |
| Got enough love to pass around and then some | |
| Been done, that there a name you can trust | |
| Read the whole match book and put a flame to the brush | |
| Good with pets, and rips up sets | |
| Put the show in biz, try to give what you get | |
| When you let him run free with the thought | |
| Pull the line in, try to see what you caught | |
| I ain' t all that bad, but | |
| I ain' t all that great | |
| I Went back to the lab and began to mutate | |
| Wait. I still look the same, still got the same dumb name | |
| Ain' t a damn thing changed | |
| But if you like surprises, | |
| I know of a party | |
| Where they all dance around to your heart beat | |
| Bring your own agenda and embrace your flaws | |
| Lets put a face on this common cause chorus: | |
| And he said some got pencils and some got guns | |
| Some know how to stand and some of them run | |
| We don' t get along, but we sing the same song | |
| Party for the fight to write, and write on | |
| Stay gold | |
| Pony Boy, stay true outspoken | |
| Make a record | |
| Mr. Gangster and get ' em all open | |
| With the theories, the stories, the truths, the myths | |
| Its all therapy, on top of turntable riffs | |
| This indutry' s big, so big in fact and fat? | |
| We can all get some, and we can give some back | |
| And if its done correct, we' ll make more than noise | |
| So pick it up, and pick me up when you' re bored with the toys | |
| As a child | |
| Hip Hop made me read books, | |
| And Hip Hop made me wanna be a crook | |
| And Hip Hop gave me the way and something to say | |
| And all I took in return is a second look | |
| Son, you' re shook, ' cause ain' t no such thing as half way there | |
| Gettin' good at actin' like you just don' t care | |
| The circle of life trying to make it square condition | |
| And self sit still | |
| And Still.. where have all the sheep gone | |
| Burnt down the farm and turned the | |
| TV onJohn | |
| Coltrine, | |
| Marvin Gaye and | |
| Bob Marley all get invitations to my party chorus | |
| And if I spent anymore time inside my head | |
| I' d probably need some leather straps attatched to my bed | |
| And if I go another day without eating a meal | |
| I' m gonna show you what it means to keep it real | |
| And if they keep shootin' guns up and down my block | |
| I Swear to | |
| God I' ll be the first one to call the cops | |
| And if I gotta hear that song ever again | |
| You gonna have to share some of that beer my friend | |
| They mistake me as happygolucky | |
| Just another basehead bobbin' nobody | |
| But from where | |
| I stand, they sould like spies | |
| Fillin' all the children' s head with lies | |
| Well alright, get your money right | |
| But right now tonight | |
| I want you to pick a side | |
| So when you got your power and you got your chedder | |
| Let' s get together soldier over throw this hold and make these roads better Bring it on.. he said bring it on right now X2 | |
| Ain' t nothin' but a party y' all... lets get it on chorus X2 |
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