Sync Different

hiphop pop beware
every thing
all has changed
poke all the little secrets
nerve-wracking
Another Court Drama (x2)
v1
Be popular whether you are smart or not
Does the music sound good or not? I entered the jungle in a daze
The reason for not being able to write a song has long been doomed
Concerned about the popular wind blowing and start to be silent
All right
Already changed since moving to Dali Fornia
westcost add some chill
Accompany me through hiphop
Inspired by random strokes
then just play
This may be the new century
my memory is fuzzy or confused
some things that haven't changed at all
what is hindering my judgment
Cut off all feelings at once
Better to have nothing than have something bad
I'm still the egg and I defy the rock
Who said everyone will have his turn?
hook
hiphop pop beware
every thing
all has changed
poke all the little secrets
nerve-wracking
Another Court Drama (x2)
v2
stop playing like in a tv series
little a xxxx wearing Gucci
You have not being a real man for a long time
don't deny it
spineless
You will end up being a slave to women and money
Don't talk to me about values
I'm sorry I don't rely on hiphop to eat
I said earlier that I quit because I was desperate
Blindly following won't make you rich
every baby smashes your head
no style I heard enough?
rusty ears
piecing things together
Tik-Tok will only make you uglier

捅出所有小秘密
伤脑筋
又是宫廷剧*2
v1
聪明不聪明都要流行
音乐好听不好听迷茫的进入丛林
写不出歌的原因也早已注定
顾虑着流行的风刮过开始肃静
好吧
早都改变自从搬到大理福尼亚
westcost加点chill
陪我度过hiphop
启发 都在胡乱笔画
那就随便玩吧
这也许可能是新的世纪
我的记忆模糊或是错乱
根本就没有变过的一些事情
到底是什么阻碍了我的判断
把感情全都一次斩断
早明白道理是宁缺毋滥
状态还是石头在碰鸡蛋
是谁说过的风水轮流转
hook
hiphop流行要小心
every thing
all are change
捅出所有小秘密
伤脑筋
又是宫廷剧*2
v2
别在上演着电视连续剧
穿着gucii的little xxxx
早没阳刚之气
别不服气
没骨气
最终都变成女人和金钱的奴隶
不用跟我讨论什么三观
不好意思我不靠做hiphop去吃饭
早说了跳出圈子是因为心酸
盲目跟从不会让你抱起金砖
ayo everybaby 在你头上暴扣
no style 怎么还没有听够？

Verse 1
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountains to the south side by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all
She's the combination on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 2
Now She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say
There's that gal from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 3
Yeah Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call
You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 4
Our Eastern states are dandy so the people always say
From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No chances can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 5
So Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call
You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball


Traditional arranged by
Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

Esta noche mi guitarra te echará de menos
De tu sangre tu veneno

Esta noche mi guitarra te echará de menos

De tu sangre tu veneno
Sin ti mi paraíso ya no luce igual
Mi vida está vacía cuando tu no estás
Si tuviera en mi poder una llave del tiempo
Sin pensarmelo dos veces pararía ese momento
Esta noche mi guitarra te echará de menos
De tu sangre tu veneno
Y me miras con cara de buena en ese momento
Pararía los relojes de la humanidad
Por tenerte aquí a mi lado un minutito mas
Y que no hubiera
Distancia pa poder besarte
Que volvieras otra vez, pero para quedarte

Esta noche mi guitarra te echara de menos
De tu sangre tu veneno
Que tu risa se hace eco
En mi habitación