| 作词 : Benjamin | |
| Chronomentrophobia | |
| The fear of clocks | |
| The fear of time | |
| High as the cost of living | |
| I take what | |
| I've been given | |
| Pastor say, "Be strong," ooh yeah yeah hey | |
| I ain't got time leave me alone | |
| I ain't got much time left | |
| I've got to funk you now | |
| Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia | |
| Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia | |
| Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia | |
| Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia | |
| Lord be havin' mercy on my soul | |
| I'm havin' the impression that my life gon' be a bowl | |
| Of cherries but it's very hard for me to cope | |
| Got tired of bein' broke | |
| This ATLien ain't got no time to sit and mope | |
| Made up my mind while y'all made up y'all beds | |
| On a cold wooden floor is where | |
| I laid my head | |
| Born in 1975 never thought | |
| I'd make it this far | |
| Still battlin' in this racial war | |
| Tryin' to find solutions to the situation | |
| I'm facin' | |
| Only thing that's free is my flow that y'all be chasin' | |
| Lettin' my niggaz know before | |
| I go I drop that knowledge | |
| Like droppin' books, let's stop the crooks | |
| From robbin' you of your brains and such, usin' welfare as a crutch | |
| I'm in it for good, you into my hood, you won't be findin' much | |
| Hope that when | |
| I'm gone y'all remember this | |
| What we stood for, "fuck that fame and that glitz" | |
| It's beginnin' to look a lot like the endin' | |
| And got to be more careful, know what corners you be bendin' | |
| Revelations gettin' impatient and now | |
| I'm deadRemember what | |
| I said, I'm gon' bow ya heads |
| zuo ci : Benjamin | |
| Chronomentrophobia | |
| The fear of clocks | |
| The fear of time | |
| High as the cost of living | |
| I take what | |
| I' ve been given | |
| Pastor say, " Be strong," ooh yeah yeah hey | |
| I ain' t got time leave me alone | |
| I ain' t got much time left | |
| I' ve got to funk you now | |
| Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia | |
| Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia | |
| Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia | |
| Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia | |
| Lord be havin' mercy on my soul | |
| I' m havin' the impression that my life gon' be a bowl | |
| Of cherries but it' s very hard for me to cope | |
| Got tired of bein' broke | |
| This ATLien ain' t got no time to sit and mope | |
| Made up my mind while y' all made up y' all beds | |
| On a cold wooden floor is where | |
| I laid my head | |
| Born in 1975 never thought | |
| I' d make it this far | |
| Still battlin' in this racial war | |
| Tryin' to find solutions to the situation | |
| I' m facin' | |
| Only thing that' s free is my flow that y' all be chasin' | |
| Lettin' my niggaz know before | |
| I go I drop that knowledge | |
| Like droppin' books, let' s stop the crooks | |
| From robbin' you of your brains and such, usin' welfare as a crutch | |
| I' m in it for good, you into my hood, you won' t be findin' much | |
| Hope that when | |
| I' m gone y' all remember this | |
| What we stood for, " fuck that fame and that glitz" | |
| It' s beginnin' to look a lot like the endin' | |
| And got to be more careful, know what corners you be bendin' | |
| Revelations gettin' impatient and now | |
| I' m deadRemember what | |
| I said, I' m gon' bow ya heads |
| zuò cí : Benjamin | |
| Chronomentrophobia | |
| The fear of clocks | |
| The fear of time | |
| High as the cost of living | |
| I take what | |
| I' ve been given | |
| Pastor say, " Be strong," ooh yeah yeah hey | |
| I ain' t got time leave me alone | |
| I ain' t got much time left | |
| I' ve got to funk you now | |
| Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia | |
| Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia | |
| Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia | |
| Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia | |
| Lord be havin' mercy on my soul | |
| I' m havin' the impression that my life gon' be a bowl | |
| Of cherries but it' s very hard for me to cope | |
| Got tired of bein' broke | |
| This ATLien ain' t got no time to sit and mope | |
| Made up my mind while y' all made up y' all beds | |
| On a cold wooden floor is where | |
| I laid my head | |
| Born in 1975 never thought | |
| I' d make it this far | |
| Still battlin' in this racial war | |
| Tryin' to find solutions to the situation | |
| I' m facin' | |
| Only thing that' s free is my flow that y' all be chasin' | |
| Lettin' my niggaz know before | |
| I go I drop that knowledge | |
| Like droppin' books, let' s stop the crooks | |
| From robbin' you of your brains and such, usin' welfare as a crutch | |
| I' m in it for good, you into my hood, you won' t be findin' much | |
| Hope that when | |
| I' m gone y' all remember this | |
| What we stood for, " fuck that fame and that glitz" | |
| It' s beginnin' to look a lot like the endin' | |
| And got to be more careful, know what corners you be bendin' | |
| Revelations gettin' impatient and now | |
| I' m deadRemember what | |
| I said, I' m gon' bow ya heads |
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