| 作曲 : Gray, Martinie, McDonough ... | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I am rearranging | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I was slowly changing | |
| I would love to beat the face, | |
| Of any mother fucker that's thinkin' they can change me, | |
| White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold, | |
| If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother fuckin' mold, | |
| I'm drowning in your wake | |
| Shit rubbed in my face | |
| Teething on concrete | |
| Gums bleeding | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I am rearranging | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I was slowly changing | |
| I struggle in violated space, | |
| Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to fuck me, | |
| Hang from their T's rated P.G. insight, | |
| I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothing to buy | |
| I'm livid in my space | |
| Pissing in my face | |
| Fuck you while you try | |
| To fuck me | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I am rearranging | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I was you ain't fuckin' changing me | |
| Let me help you tie the rope around your neck, | |
| Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge, | |
| Let me help you hold the glock against your head | |
| Let me help you tie the rope around your neck, | |
| Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge, | |
| Let me help you hold the glock against your head, | |
| Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs | |
| Get on the plank fuck | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I am rearranging | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I was slowly changing | |
| Wish you were committing | |
| Suicide suckin' on a mother fuckin' tailpipe | |
| Dead man walking on a tight rope | |
| Limbless in the middle of a channel bomb's away |
| zuo qu : Gray, Martinie, McDonough ... | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I am rearranging | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I was slowly changing | |
| I would love to beat the face, | |
| Of any mother fucker that' s thinkin' they can change me, | |
| White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold, | |
| If you' re wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother fuckin' mold, | |
| I' m drowning in your wake | |
| Shit rubbed in my face | |
| Teething on concrete | |
| Gums bleeding | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I am rearranging | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I was slowly changing | |
| I struggle in violated space, | |
| Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to fuck me, | |
| Hang from their T' s rated P. G. insight, | |
| I ain' t sellin' my soul when there' s nothing to buy | |
| I' m livid in my space | |
| Pissing in my face | |
| Fuck you while you try | |
| To fuck me | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I am rearranging | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I was you ain' t fuckin' changing me | |
| Let me help you tie the rope around your neck, | |
| Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge, | |
| Let me help you hold the glock against your head | |
| Let me help you tie the rope around your neck, | |
| Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge, | |
| Let me help you hold the glock against your head, | |
| Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs | |
| Get on the plank fuck | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I am rearranging | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I was slowly changing | |
| Wish you were committing | |
| Suicide suckin' on a mother fuckin' tailpipe | |
| Dead man walking on a tight rope | |
| Limbless in the middle of a channel bomb' s away |
| zuò qǔ : Gray, Martinie, McDonough ... | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I am rearranging | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I was slowly changing | |
| I would love to beat the face, | |
| Of any mother fucker that' s thinkin' they can change me, | |
| White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold, | |
| If you' re wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother fuckin' mold, | |
| I' m drowning in your wake | |
| Shit rubbed in my face | |
| Teething on concrete | |
| Gums bleeding | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I am rearranging | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I was slowly changing | |
| I struggle in violated space, | |
| Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to fuck me, | |
| Hang from their T' s rated P. G. insight, | |
| I ain' t sellin' my soul when there' s nothing to buy | |
| I' m livid in my space | |
| Pissing in my face | |
| Fuck you while you try | |
| To fuck me | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I am rearranging | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I was you ain' t fuckin' changing me | |
| Let me help you tie the rope around your neck, | |
| Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge, | |
| Let me help you hold the glock against your head | |
| Let me help you tie the rope around your neck, | |
| Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge, | |
| Let me help you hold the glock against your head, | |
| Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs | |
| Get on the plank fuck | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I am rearranging | |
| Dig bury me underneath | |
| Everything that I was slowly changing | |
| Wish you were committing | |
| Suicide suckin' on a mother fuckin' tailpipe | |
| Dead man walking on a tight rope | |
| Limbless in the middle of a channel bomb' s away |
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