[Chorus] We've been talented, all along But think we're fortresses, made of stone We just palaces made out of flesh and bone Waiting for our time to shine to come on home
[Verse 1] Lord, please bless my castle of sand Waiting on a battle, so I handle all in my hand The war forces more toward my door with demands More important than the fortune that you poured down in my pan From freestyling to recording events Can you please reinforce on my borders and bands I should've put it towards some plans Want a forest, gotta water some plants (huh) Normally, ignoring the branch is part of the course but when you hold a culture you can't Can't parkour over a part, you gotta march forth over your art And for your fans When you cornered, gotta shorten your stance Lessen your tales, fully-shelled, don't orbit or dance You hit a bell then report to the band, then do whatever the chorus commands And for the Gram
[Chorus] We've been talented, all along But think we're fortresses, made of stone We just palaces made out of flesh and bone Waiting for our time to shine to come on home
[Verse 2] Lord, please bless my mansions of cards If ever challenge, let us camp in the car (uh) Or hang a hammock from a bench in the park A planet made of uninhabited parts (uh) Being anonymous don't grant you some dark Even astronomers keep a camera on Mars (uh) Satellites attract where you are And see your blackest night, attack it with sparks (uh) Fireworks are not a match for a star And fire hurts, burns, blackens, and scars (uh) Can still emerge, learned, attractive, and sharp From out the ashes of galactic barrage, yeah It gets savage when they traffic mirage It ain't no magic they in back of secret hatches and frauds You gotta take it back to the start You gotta tap and learn to rap from the heart, yeah
[Chorus] We've been talented, all along But think we're fortresses, made of stone We just palaces made out of flesh and bone Waiting for our time to shine to come on home
Part II:
[Verse] Uh, yeah Lord, please bless my palace of bones My soul call my skeleton home, it's on the phone (Hello?) Get a receiver back to Tyrone, we made a pact, nigga, I'm goin' back home (alright) Yeah, pack my bags, stagger back to the zone With a back full of daggers I've thrown I'm like my own masochist, slash my wrist with a poem, and when I'm gone Don't tamper with or sample my songs, unless you strong Bicep emojis in the group chat to burpees, don't disturb me if the booth black I'm going through and got a bunch of baggage on my roof rack I have a lot of habits that produce that They gon' put they tag on it, my condolescences to the fast moments Hope my solar system assist my slower mission and put some 'lax on it Window to my soul, peering inside Crib where my spirits reside, lyrics or die
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Wasalu Jaco p/k/a: Lupe Fisaco [00:00.446]Part I: [00:00.765] [00:14.041][Chorus] [00:21.529]We've been talented, all along [00:25.568]But think we're fortresses, made of stone [00:31.138]We just palaces made out of flesh and bone [00:35.783]Waiting for our time to shine to come on home [00:39.516] [00:40.084][Verse 1] [00:41.270]Lord, please bless my castle of sand [00:45.008]Waiting on a battle, so I handle all in my hand [00:47.380]The war forces more toward my door with demands [00:50.231]More important than the fortune that you poured down in my pan [00:52.781]From freestyling to recording events [00:55.455]Can you please reinforce on my borders and bands [00:58.138]I should've put it towards some plans [01:00.913]Want a forest, gotta water some plants (huh) [01:02.815]Normally, ignoring the branch is part of the course but when you hold a culture you can't [01:09.256]Can't parkour over a part, you gotta march forth over your art [01:13.562]And for your fans [01:14.747]When you cornered, gotta shorten your stance [01:16.910]Lessen your tales, fully-shelled, don't orbit or dance [01:19.751]You hit a bell then report to the band, then do whatever the chorus commands [01:23.976]And for the Gram [01:24.406] [01:24.888][Chorus] [01:25.126]We've been talented, all along [01:29.714]But think we're fortresses, made of stone [01:36.096]We just palaces made out of flesh and bone [01:40.347]Waiting for our time to shine to come on home [01:45.745] [01:45.940][Verse 2] [01:46.190]Lord, please bless my mansions of cards [01:49.195]If ever challenge, let us camp in the car (uh) [01:50.860]Or hang a hammock from a bench in the park [01:54.440]A planet made of uninhabited parts (uh) [01:57.389]Being anonymous don't grant you some dark [01:59.604]Even astronomers keep a camera on Mars (uh) [02:03.095]Satellites attract where you are [02:05.167]And see your blackest night, attack it with sparks (uh) [02:09.060]Fireworks are not a match for a star [02:10.360]And fire hurts, burns, blackens, and scars (uh) [02:13.215]Can still emerge, learned, attractive, and sharp [02:16.080]From out the ashes of galactic barrage, yeah [02:18.317]It gets savage when they traffic mirage [02:20.921]It ain't no magic they in back of secret hatches and frauds [02:23.999]You gotta take it back to the start [02:26.203]You gotta tap and learn to rap from the heart, yeah [02:27.020] [02:27.682][Chorus] [02:28.942]We've been talented, all along [02:33.860]But think we're fortresses, made of stone [02:38.924]We just palaces made out of flesh and bone [02:44.531]Waiting for our time to shine to come on home [02:49.430] [02:49.688]Part II: [02:52.521] [02:53.329][Verse] [03:02.685]Uh, yeah [03:03.568]Lord, please bless my palace of bones [03:04.742]My soul call my skeleton home, it's on the phone (Hello?) [03:07.629]Get a receiver back to Tyrone, we made a pact, nigga, I'm goin' back home (alright) [03:11.883]Yeah, pack my bags, stagger back to the zone [03:15.088]With a back full of daggers I've thrown [03:17.346]I'm like my own masochist, slash my wrist with a poem, and when I'm gone [03:20.838]Don't tamper with or sample my songs, unless you strong [03:23.194]Bicep emojis in the group chat to burpees, don't disturb me if the booth black [03:28.894]I'm going through and got a bunch of baggage on my roof rack [03:31.193]I have a lot of habits that produce that [03:33.043]They gon' put they tag on it, my condolescences to the fast moments [03:36.376]Hope my solar system assist my slower mission and put some 'lax on it [03:39.695]Window to my soul, peering inside [03:41.283]Crib where my spirits reside, lyrics or die
