In My Continental Lyrics
| Song | In My Continental |
| Artist | Atmosphere |
| Album | Seven's Travels |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ant, Slug | |
| [CHORUS]In my | |
| Continental | |
| Splinter off the mental | |
| When you want the best show | |
| Never accept anything less | |
| Elements of purpose | |
| True love from the first kiss | |
| Spread it on the surface | |
| Sit back and watch the progress[VERSE 1: Slug] | |
| T-t-t-t-t-t-teacher, teacher, how can | |
| I learn patience? | |
| Planted in the middle and outside of your nation | |
| Take the care to build a familiar foundation | |
| Speak to the youth that keep the truth sacred | |
| Free the, free the good inside your heart | |
| Your neighborhood, it needs you to travel with your art | |
| From New York to | |
| Cali, some day they'll all know | |
| Cincinnati, | |
| Milwaukee, | |
| ChicagoNow | |
| I've come a long way from the younger days | |
| When I used to look up curse words in my dictionary | |
| If life's a game, gotta choose a side to play | |
| If I gotta pick a position | |
| I'ma pick missionary | |
| I've had a little bit too much to think tonight | |
| But it's cool, | |
| I be alright, just make sure that | |
| I keep travellin | |
| Your reactions only reinforce the previous thoughts | |
| You'd feel the distance even if the bridge was collapsin | |
| Well, kudos and props and every hollow desire | |
| That you could conjure in an instant that it takes to breathe | |
| I got my Duplos and blocks and | |
| Lincoln Logs for when it's time to build | |
| I wait patiently for them to catch up to speed(And I'll be)[CHORUS][VERSE 2: Slug] | |
| T-t-t-t-t-t-t-teacher, teacher, show me what you know now | |
| Load up your van with musicians and go south | |
| Visit Atlanta, | |
| Memphis, Tulsa, | |
| TexasPlug in the decks, check the mics, fight the wreckage | |
| Keep the, keep the motive in your movement | |
| Let em know where you come from and show them how you do it | |
| Children are the focus, give em one to grow with | |
| Learn em how to take they minutes, turn em into moments | |
| See, nowadays cats think they on some next | |
| And they sacrifice they voice just to go over heads | |
| If I felt as if | |
| I had somethin special to tell | |
| Why would | |
| I work against myself and hide it under my belt? | |
| I used to try to lace the phrases with magic tricks | |
| Every paragraph needed translation attached to it | |
| They saw the style, respected the craft | |
| But all I did was confuse em, would try to get em to laugh | |
| Painted pictures in the primer, no one got the pulp | |
| Found the humor, the anger and the insult | |
| Why should | |
| I waste any oxygen | |
| Tryin to find the in-between-the-lines that they get lost within? | |
| I'm out there for the craft, for the cause | |
| The laughter, the applause, the passion for the flaws | |
| The fact that | |
| I'ma draw some heads to what | |
| I'm feelin | |
| Lift em all up until they try to touch the ceiling | |
| Come on and reach the, reach the masses won by singular | |
| They hold you and they smile when they feel what you can bring to the | |
| Culture and sow it, cultivate the flow with | |
| Breath control and he kept it whole, be- | |
| Cause piece by piece the picture turns to puzzle | |
| If you lose a few those that remain change into rubble | |
| Freedom is a word not heard from those that own it | |
| Can't fix the machine if you don't have the components(And I'll be)[CHORUS] | |
| Cause we're not from this planet | |
| We come from somewhere else | |
| And you can't understand it | |
| Cause you don't know yourself | |
| But when the time is right | |
| Our path will be unveiled | |
| Till then you seek your light | |
| While I sit and bite my nails |
| zuo ci : Ant, Slug | |
| CHORUS In my | |
| Continental | |
| Splinter off the mental | |
| When you want the best show | |
| Never accept anything less | |
| Elements of purpose | |
| True love from the first kiss | |
| Spread it on the surface | |
| Sit back and watch the progress VERSE 1: Slug | |
| Ttttttteacher, teacher, how can | |
| I learn patience? | |
| Planted in the middle and outside of your nation | |
| Take the care to build a familiar foundation | |
| Speak to the youth that keep the truth sacred | |
| Free the, free the good inside your heart | |
| Your neighborhood, it needs you to travel with your art | |
| From New York to | |
| Cali, some day they' ll all know | |
| Cincinnati, | |
| Milwaukee, | |
| ChicagoNow | |
| I' ve come a long way from the younger days | |
| When I used to look up curse words in my dictionary | |
| If life' s a game, gotta choose a side to play | |
| If I gotta pick a position | |
| I' ma pick missionary | |
| I' ve had a little bit too much to think tonight | |
| But it' s cool, | |
| I be alright, just make sure that | |
| I keep travellin | |
| Your reactions only reinforce the previous thoughts | |
| You' d feel the distance even if the bridge was collapsin | |
| Well, kudos and props and every hollow desire | |
| That you could conjure in an instant that it takes to breathe | |
| I got my Duplos and blocks and | |
| Lincoln Logs for when it' s time to build | |
| I wait patiently for them to catch up to speed And I' ll be CHORUS VERSE 2: Slug | |
| Tttttttteacher, teacher, show me what you know now | |
| Load up your van with musicians and go south | |
| Visit Atlanta, | |
| Memphis, Tulsa, | |
| TexasPlug in the decks, check the mics, fight the wreckage | |
| Keep the, keep the motive in your movement | |
| Let em know where you come from and show them how you do it | |
| Children are the focus, give em one to grow with | |
| Learn em how to take they minutes, turn em into moments | |
| See, nowadays cats think they on some next | |
| And they sacrifice they voice just to go over heads | |
| If I felt as if | |
| I had somethin special to tell | |
| Why would | |
| I work against myself and hide it under my belt? | |
| I used to try to lace the phrases with magic tricks | |
| Every paragraph needed translation attached to it | |
| They saw the style, respected the craft | |
| But all I did was confuse em, would try to get em to laugh | |
| Painted pictures in the primer, no one got the pulp | |
| Found the humor, the anger and the insult | |
| Why should | |
| I waste any oxygen | |
| Tryin to find the inbetweenthelines that they get lost within? | |
| I' m out there for the craft, for the cause | |
| The laughter, the applause, the passion for the flaws | |
| The fact that | |
| I' ma draw some heads to what | |
| I' m feelin | |
| Lift em all up until they try to touch the ceiling | |
| Come on and reach the, reach the masses won by singular | |
| They hold you and they smile when they feel what you can bring to the | |
| Culture and sow it, cultivate the flow with | |
| Breath control and he kept it whole, be | |
| Cause piece by piece the picture turns to puzzle | |
| If you lose a few those that remain change into rubble | |
| Freedom is a word not heard from those that own it | |
| Can' t fix the machine if you don' t have the components And I' ll be CHORUS | |
| Cause we' re not from this planet | |
| We come from somewhere else | |
| And you can' t understand it | |
| Cause you don' t know yourself | |
| But when the time is right | |
| Our path will be unveiled | |
| Till then you seek your light | |
| While I sit and bite my nails |
| zuò cí : Ant, Slug | |
| CHORUS In my | |
| Continental | |
| Splinter off the mental | |
| When you want the best show | |
| Never accept anything less | |
| Elements of purpose | |
| True love from the first kiss | |
| Spread it on the surface | |
| Sit back and watch the progress VERSE 1: Slug | |
| Ttttttteacher, teacher, how can | |
| I learn patience? | |
| Planted in the middle and outside of your nation | |
| Take the care to build a familiar foundation | |
| Speak to the youth that keep the truth sacred | |
| Free the, free the good inside your heart | |
| Your neighborhood, it needs you to travel with your art | |
| From New York to | |
| Cali, some day they' ll all know | |
| Cincinnati, | |
| Milwaukee, | |
| ChicagoNow | |
| I' ve come a long way from the younger days | |
| When I used to look up curse words in my dictionary | |
| If life' s a game, gotta choose a side to play | |
| If I gotta pick a position | |
| I' ma pick missionary | |
| I' ve had a little bit too much to think tonight | |
| But it' s cool, | |
| I be alright, just make sure that | |
| I keep travellin | |
| Your reactions only reinforce the previous thoughts | |
| You' d feel the distance even if the bridge was collapsin | |
| Well, kudos and props and every hollow desire | |
| That you could conjure in an instant that it takes to breathe | |
| I got my Duplos and blocks and | |
| Lincoln Logs for when it' s time to build | |
| I wait patiently for them to catch up to speed And I' ll be CHORUS VERSE 2: Slug | |
| Tttttttteacher, teacher, show me what you know now | |
| Load up your van with musicians and go south | |
| Visit Atlanta, | |
| Memphis, Tulsa, | |
| TexasPlug in the decks, check the mics, fight the wreckage | |
| Keep the, keep the motive in your movement | |
| Let em know where you come from and show them how you do it | |
| Children are the focus, give em one to grow with | |
| Learn em how to take they minutes, turn em into moments | |
| See, nowadays cats think they on some next | |
| And they sacrifice they voice just to go over heads | |
| If I felt as if | |
| I had somethin special to tell | |
| Why would | |
| I work against myself and hide it under my belt? | |
| I used to try to lace the phrases with magic tricks | |
| Every paragraph needed translation attached to it | |
| They saw the style, respected the craft | |
| But all I did was confuse em, would try to get em to laugh | |
| Painted pictures in the primer, no one got the pulp | |
| Found the humor, the anger and the insult | |
| Why should | |
| I waste any oxygen | |
| Tryin to find the inbetweenthelines that they get lost within? | |
| I' m out there for the craft, for the cause | |
| The laughter, the applause, the passion for the flaws | |
| The fact that | |
| I' ma draw some heads to what | |
| I' m feelin | |
| Lift em all up until they try to touch the ceiling | |
| Come on and reach the, reach the masses won by singular | |
| They hold you and they smile when they feel what you can bring to the | |
| Culture and sow it, cultivate the flow with | |
| Breath control and he kept it whole, be | |
| Cause piece by piece the picture turns to puzzle | |
| If you lose a few those that remain change into rubble | |
| Freedom is a word not heard from those that own it | |
| Can' t fix the machine if you don' t have the components And I' ll be CHORUS | |
| Cause we' re not from this planet | |
| We come from somewhere else | |
| And you can' t understand it | |
| Cause you don' t know yourself | |
| But when the time is right | |
| Our path will be unveiled | |
| Till then you seek your light | |
| While I sit and bite my nails |
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