作词 : Clem 作曲 : Clem When I look around I find I'm surrounded by a system ready to take me down like laundry don't wanna lift me up, ready to toss me out just like that garbage foreign cousins and I, we're dime a dozen laowai, they pay for the face, we all, we're just products, the harder I work, it wont raise any eyes, I make the same as those that show up drunk what the funk, am I just wasting my time? I enjoy what I do, but I find that I grind, for the visa, for the paycheck, for the free time, for the safe bet let's face it, it's time to take risks, it's my life I got to take it, take it right away, forget the sunshine, forget the rainy day, it's all the same in the end we all just fly away. Fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away Fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away. I see these people call me up to the stage, and I can see that they're ______, and their ego's in the way, and I can feel that ****'s lame, but can I blame when that dude used to be me? I mean I used to be him? This definition I claim? So to complain, I'm in no position, **** a whining *****, I'll make rocking the mic my mission, and as I center the stage and as I gather attention, other voices try and drown me with their noise pokin' my patience, So my breath I'm savin', by turning off the mic, and I step to the side so that my guy can get light, because I know deep inside that my own is shining bright, and all the real homies know, I need your glow to find mine, so I don't stress, because I know I have fans. You know “the proof is in the pudding,” said the Cosby Jello man, so hello pen, and good night to the crowd, everyone keep on dreaming while I keep on putting out, -CLEM DE LA CREME You're still here? Yo, turn that **** up and play it again! Go!
作词 : Clem 作曲 : Clem When I look around I find I'm surrounded by a system ready to take me down like laundry don't wanna lift me up, ready to toss me out just like that garbage foreign cousins and I, we're dime a dozen laowai, they pay for the face, we all, we're just products, the harder I work, it wont raise any eyes, I make the same as those that show up drunk what the funk, am I just wasting my time? I enjoy what I do, but I find that I grind, for the visa, for the paycheck, for the free time, for the safe bet let's face it, it's time to take risks, it's my life I got to take it, take it right away, forget the sunshine, forget the rainy day, it's all the same in the end we all just fly away. Fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away Fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away. I see these people call me up to the stage, and I can see that they're ______, and their ego's in the way, and I can feel that ****'s lame, but can I blame when that dude used to be me? I mean I used to be him? This definition I claim? So to complain, I'm in no position, **** a whining *****, I'll make rocking the mic my mission, and as I center the stage and as I gather attention, other voices try and drown me with their noise pokin' my patience, So my breath I'm savin', by turning off the mic, and I step to the side so that my guy can get light, because I know deep inside that my own is shining bright, and all the real homies know, I need your glow to find mine, so I don't stress, because I know I have fans. You know “the proof is in the pudding,” said the Cosby Jello man, so hello pen, and good night to the crowd, everyone keep on dreaming while I keep on putting out, -CLEM DE LA CREME You're still here? Yo, turn that **** up and play it again! Go!
