Globe《INSIDE feat.MARC》歌曲信息
歌名：INSIDE feat.MARC
歌手：Globe
專輯：LEVEL 4
Globe《INSIDE feat.MARC》文本歌詞
Royce Da 5'9" Feat Eminem - Writers Block
終極R - 聽不完的新鮮音樂!
I can't think of nothin'
I'm stumped
Here we go! (Here we go!)
On your feet! (On your feet)
Stand up! (Stand up)
Everybody, hands up! (Hands up)
(Uh, man, I dunno, man)
(Everytime I go to think of something played out to say)
(You already said it)
Royce
I ain't callin' names 'cause all of y'all the same plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
because of my relationship with Marshall
Used to make me a little, but here's the brain f*ck
We the same, 'cause (Same, 'cause)
I'm prolly 'bout to fall out with a young buck
B?tch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavey bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me, nigga
It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and f*ckin' disfigured it gets
Niggas just want me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast, I
Only f*ck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
Niggas that'll smoke you while you starin' in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back, motherf*cker, notice the flyness on the cover
Of the Double-X-L, I'm back from the dead like
Tobey Maguire from the Brothers (The Brothers)
How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause
I got Guccis on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
B?tches on my dick
But y'all already said that
Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a f*ck
But y'all already said that
'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shitty to say (Ayyy)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche!
When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too excited
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will just be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got y'all niggas' b?tches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I'm a secret with a purpose, havin' problems? Not a problem
I've encountered, I have found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus
If the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, blunt extended, what are you marks askin'?
Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start Class Diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own all-access
Your b?tch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam
Bong! And it's dope up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got b?tches screamin' inside of envelopes
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don't know which one is harder
Tryna not to take your b?tch or tryna get rid of my own
I got Guccis on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
B?tches on my dick
But y'all already said that
Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a f*ck
But y'all already said that
'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shitty to say (Ayyy)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche!
Man, get the bozac
We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava!)
Man, f*ck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!)
Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real
On the strength, no diggity
I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on
Globe《INSIDE feat.MARC》LRC歌詞
[ti:Writers Block]
[ar:Royce Da 5'9"(Feat Eminem)]
[al:]
[00:00.00]Royce Da 5'9" Feat Eminem - Writers Block
[00:01.50]
[00:04.50]終極R - 聽不完的新鮮音樂!
[00:05.50]
[00:05.93]I can't think of nothin'
[00:09.71]I'm stumped
[00:11.39]Here we go! (Here we go!)
[00:12.95]On your feet! (On your feet)
[00:14.31]Stand up! (Stand up)
[00:15.87]Everybody, hands up! (Hands up)
[00:18.00](Uh, man, I dunno, man)
[00:20.37](Everytime I go to think of something played out to say)
[00:22.81](You already said it)
[00:24.27] Royce
[00:24.41]
[00:25.43]I ain't callin' names 'cause all of y'all the same plus
[00:28.12]I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up
[00:31.10]All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
[00:34.20]'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
[00:37.25]Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
[00:39.07]because of my relationship with Marshall
[00:40.71]Used to make me a little, but here's the brain f*ck
[00:43.30]
[00:43.53]We the same, 'cause (Same, 'cause)
[00:45.20]I'm prolly 'bout to fall out with a young buck
[00:47.18]
[00:49.14]B?tch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
[00:52.51]You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
[00:55.60]Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavey bye-bye
[00:58.64]Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach
[01:01.67]My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me, nigga
[01:04.37]It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
[01:06.36]The more disgusting and f*ckin' disfigured it gets
[01:08.22]
[01:08.39]Niggas just want me to go pop, oh, stop
[01:10.47]Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast, I
[01:13.61]Only f*ck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
[01:16.26]Niggas that'll smoke you while you starin' in your postbox
[01:19.60]Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
[01:22.43]While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
[01:25.51]I'm back, motherf*cker, notice the flyness on the cover
[01:28.43]Of the Double-X-L, I'm back from the dead like
[01:30.03]Tobey Maguire from the Brothers (The Brothers)
[01:32.39]How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I said it, I did it
[01:35.14]If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
[01:37.24]
[01:37.44]Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
[01:41.34]That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
[01:43.71]Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
[01:46.01]Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher
[01:48.28]Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause
[01:49.99]
[01:50.23]I got Guccis on my feet
[01:51.53]Diamonds on my neck
[01:52.69]Diamonds on my wrist
[01:53.70]B?tches on my dick
[01:54.86]But y'all already said that
[01:56.29]Choppers in the trunk
[01:57.60]Models in the front
[01:58.65]Bottles in the club
[01:59.79]But I don't give a f*ck
[02:00.91]But y'all already said that
[02:02.29]
[02:02.54] 'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
[02:05.12]For me to come up with shitty to say (Ayyy)
[02:08.95]I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
[02:11.50]I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
[02:13.33]I'm gettin' writer's block
[02:14.70]
[02:14.93]Psyche!
[02:15.59]When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it
[02:17.65]Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built
[02:20.04]Floatin' on the same water Moses split
[02:22.27]Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
[02:26.09]Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
[02:30.05]Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
[02:33.17]You dudes is too excited
[02:35.66]You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
[02:38.38]You will just be another victim
[02:40.85]I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
[02:43.36]I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
[02:45.40]Got y'all niggas' b?tches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
[02:47.75]When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
[02:49.57]Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
[02:51.81]
[02:52.06]I'm a secret with a purpose, havin' problems? Not a problem
[02:54.95]I've encountered, I have found elephants, lions, clowns
[02:57.82]Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus
[03:00.49]If the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
[03:03.58]Pun intended, blunt extended, what are you marks askin'?
[03:06.93]Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
[03:10.07]Since I decided to start Class Diss
[03:11.87]All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent
[03:15.91]I authorize my own all-access
[03:18.25]Your b?tch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
[03:21.47]Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
[03:25.29]Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam
[03:28.15]Bong! And it's dope up in this dope and I sell it
[03:30.85]My voicemail is full, got b?tches screamin' inside of envelopes
[03:33.91]And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
[03:36.11]I don't know which one is harder
[03:37.56]Tryna not to take your b?tch or tryna get rid of my own
[03:39.57]
[03:40.06]I got Guccis on my feet
[03:41.57]Diamonds on my neck
[03:42.56]Diamonds on my wrist
[03:43.72]B?tches on my dick
[03:44.91]But y'all already said that
[03:46.38]Choppers in the trunk
[03:47.64]Models in the front
[03:48.71]Bottles in the club
[03:49.84]But I don't give a f*ck
[03:50.96]But y'all already said that
[03:52.53]'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
[03:55.21]For me to come up with shitty to say (Ayyy)
[03:58.57]I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
[04:01.57]I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
[04:03.18]I'm gettin' writer's block
[04:04.76]Psyche!
[04:05.55]
[04:06.01]Man, get the bozac
[04:08.40]We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava!)
[04:11.78]Man, f*ck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!)
[04:16.49]Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real
[04:19.44]On the strength, no diggity
[04:23.74]I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on
[04:27.21]
[04:30.23]Haters get the gasface!
[04:31.85]
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