作曲 : Noro Vom 作词 : Noro Vom Skin the color of bark Clothes smellin' like trees Diggin' my earth, find my roots and ****s My truth bleeds right back in the arm No scar, but I left my mark My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark Clothes smellin' like trees Diggin' my earth, find my roots and ****s My truth bleeds right back in the arm No scar, but I left my mark My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark But life is just that bright That when the sunset shines I seen the graff he writes I'm back tonight, with a sack to light In honor of the past I write I'm wide open, with no glass of wine Stuck in a barrel, I'll get better with time While you measure how the pleasure declines I'm stackin' cheddar while the bread just rise With my eyes and my ears glued here on my grind, cutty Creepin' on a come up Skin the color of bark Clothes smellin' like trees Diggin' my earth, find my roots and ****s My truth bleeds right back in the arm No scar, but I left my mark My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark Clothes smellin' like trees Diggin' my earth, find my roots and ****s My truth bleeds right back in the arm No scar, but I left my mark My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark But life is just that bright That when the sunset shines I seen the graff he writes I'm back tonight, with a sack to light In honor of the past I write I'm wide open, with no glass of wine Stuck in a barrel, I'll get better with time While you measure how the pleasure declines I'm stackin' cheddar while the bread just rise With my eyes and my ears glued here on my grind, cutty Creepin' on a come up Hard work, and the crux that it made in us I'm 'bout to bust, all my veins full of gold dust That 1985 California gold rush, in the spine plus the flesh that it holds up I'm out for mines and my wolves got it sewn up One crow, one eagle on my shoulders And my eyes hold the light that approaches
[00:10.490]作曲 : Noro Vom [00:18.490]作词 : Noro Vom [00:26.000]Skin the color of bark [00:28.020]Clothes smellin' like trees [00:29.010]Diggin' my earth, find my roots and ****s [00:30.120]My truth bleeds right back in the arm [00:31.490]No scar, but I left my mark [00:33.490]My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark [00:37.490]Clothes smellin' like trees [00:38.490]Diggin' my earth, find my roots and ****s [00:40.490]My truth bleeds right back in the arm [00:42.490]No scar, but I left my mark [00:44.490]My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark [00:46.790]But life is just that bright [00:48.100]That when the sunset shines [00:49.490]I seen the graff he writes [00:49.490]I'm back tonight, with a sack to light [00:50.190]In honor of the past I write [00:53.490]I'm wide open, with no glass of wine [00:55.070]Stuck in a barrel, I'll get better with time [00:57.000]While you measure how the pleasure declines [00:58.160]I'm stackin' cheddar while the bread just rise [01:00.050]With my eyes and my ears glued here on my grind, cutty [01:03.000]Creepin' on a come up [01:06.060]Skin the color of bark [01:43.000]Clothes smellin' like trees [01:45.000]Diggin' my earth, find my roots and ****s [01:46.490]My truth bleeds right back in the arm [01:47.790]No scar, but I left my mark [01:49.000]My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark [01:51.100]Clothes smellin' like trees [01:54.120]Diggin' my earth, find my roots and ****s [01:55.450]My truth bleeds right back in the arm [01:56.450]No scar, but I left my mark [02:01.050]My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark [02:04.000]But life is just that bright [02:04.990]That when the sunset shines [02:06.090]I seen the graff he writes [02:08.000]I'm back tonight, with a sack to light [02:09.010]In honor of the past I write [02:12.110]I'm wide open, with no glass of wine [02:13.100]Stuck in a barrel, I'll get better with time [02:15.040]While you measure how the pleasure declines [02:17.490]I'm stackin' cheddar while the bread just rise [02:19.150]With my eyes and my ears glued here on my grind, cutty [02:22.190]Creepin' on a come up [02:25.030]Hard work, and the crux that it made in us [02:27.100]I'm 'bout to bust, all my veins full of gold dust [02:29.160]That 1985 California gold rush, in the spine plus the flesh that it holds up [02:34.300]I'm out for mines and my wolves got it sewn up [02:37.490]One crow, one eagle on my shoulders [02:39.140]And my eyes hold the light that approaches
