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  • 作曲 : Francis
    To All them people who said
    I wouldn't last
    Don't make me laugh, don't make me laugh [Sage Francis]
    I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute
    With the toy rifle that you bought me but it won't shoot
    And all is well because there's been one too many shots
    The sterile robots want to talk to me about detox
    Stop the presses, there's been an update
    Delivered via 1:30
    AM phone call
    When an only half-informative source talks discretely
    Meet me... at the family room on the side of the
    Intensive
    Care Unit
    Immediately,
    I carry a tune
    The sirens so loud, can't hear my music
    Keep free... of negative thoughts, everything'll be fine
    We all assume...
    That it would go back to the way things were
    That it would go back to normal soon
    Saw the moon in a way that
    I never seen it before
    When I looked up that night into the sky wondering why
    Lookin' for answers, guess
    I ain't asked right
    I'm guessin most of y'all out there know exactly what that's like
    What that's like, now tell me what's that like?
    It's like a whirlwind of emotions that occurs when moms and dads fight
    It's like when a girl grins, an emotion of hers
    That holds your arm, and grabs tight
    Hurl him into the ocean, one of them cold sweat heat flash types
    But extreme fluctuations and temperature changes
    Have been known to crack pipes... ...crack pipes...crack pipes...
    Meet me-- half way and i'll go that extra length just to help your strength
    Meet me-- at the
    AA meeting, needing to take more than 12 steps
    Bring me to your hiding place, so
    I can face your vice grip
    I'll chisel every single monkey off your back with this ice pick
    Come meet up with me on the sidelines when the game is over just to say hello
    Then afterwards, backstage to let me know that you enjoyed the show
    And go to grandma's house for
    Sunday dinner
    Sit at the head of the table, take away the fatal flaw you made the day before,
    I seen you bleed
    Meet me-- on
    Christmas
    Eve, we can fight but make up before you leave
    Make visits with the rest of those who rest in pieces of my dreams
    Meet me at the fork in the road where lost souls get indecisive
    Meet me at the crossroads so
    I can have someone to walk into the light with
  • 作曲 : Francis
    To All them people who said
    I wouldn't last
    Don't make me laugh, don't make me laugh [Sage Francis]
    I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute
    With the toy rifle that you bought me but it won't shoot
    And all is well because there's been one too many shots
    The sterile robots want to talk to me about detox
    Stop the presses, there's been an update
    Delivered via 1:30
    AM phone call
    When an only half-informative source talks discretely
    Meet me... at the family room on the side of the
    Intensive
    Care Unit
    Immediately,
    I carry a tune
    The sirens so loud, can't hear my music
    Keep free... of negative thoughts, everything'll be fine
    We all assume...
    That it would go back to the way things were
    That it would go back to normal soon
    Saw the moon in a way that
    I never seen it before
    When I looked up that night into the sky wondering why
    Lookin' for answers, guess
    I ain't asked right
    I'm guessin most of y'all out there know exactly what that's like
    What that's like, now tell me what's that like?
    It's like a whirlwind of emotions that occurs when moms and dads fight
    It's like when a girl grins, an emotion of hers
    That holds your arm, and grabs tight
    Hurl him into the ocean, one of them cold sweat heat flash types
    But extreme fluctuations and temperature changes
    Have been known to crack pipes... ...crack pipes...crack pipes...
    Meet me-- half way and i'll go that extra length just to help your strength
    Meet me-- at the
    AA meeting, needing to take more than 12 steps
    Bring me to your hiding place, so
    I can face your vice grip
    I'll chisel every single monkey off your back with this ice pick
    Come meet up with me on the sidelines when the game is over just to say hello
    Then afterwards, backstage to let me know that you enjoyed the show
    And go to grandma's house for
    Sunday dinner
    Sit at the head of the table, take away the fatal flaw you made the day before,
    I seen you bleed
    Meet me-- on
    Christmas
    Eve, we can fight but make up before you leave
    Make visits with the rest of those who rest in pieces of my dreams
    Meet me at the fork in the road where lost souls get indecisive
    Meet me at the crossroads so
    I can have someone to walk into the light with