《Dying in Stereo》歌词

[00:00:09] I'm free balling

[00:00:20] Yeah I'm free falling

[00:00:33] My cellie blowin' up from the numbers that I'm calling

[00:00:36] Go from 9 to 5 then from 5 to 9

[00:00:38] I got dj sprout on the line

[00:00:41] In my other ear I got hesta pyrnn and you know that little girl be wheelin' and dealin'

[00:00:46] Prynn up all night tryin to work the plane me and sprout stuck again in a traffic jam

[00:00:51] We do it how we do it and we don't need permission we like it how we rock it

[00:00:55] Intuition in our pocket so please and thank you and don't apgolize

[00:00:58] I'm saying what I'm saying looking you right in the eyes you're dying in stereo

[00:01:02] There's nothing to left to sy and everything I knew I knew yesterday what's a girl like me supposed to do get on the mic you know you want to

[00:01:11] What's a girl like me supposed to sy I'm on the mic cause I like it that way

[00:01:18] It's like you're dying in stereo can't believe my ears every single night I cast you out you're serving me capers and you're serving me papers and I'm feeling kinda high off of your poisonous vapors you can't trash what you don't understand you can make requests buy you can't make demands I'm proud of what I'm doing so don't criticize me

[00:01:38] I knew you all along and you didn' t ever surprise me I cast you out and then I cast you in put that on your tables and spin in your mouth or in your hand the name is not eminem the name is hesta prynn I'm timeless I write while I rhyme this turn down the sound and I'll mime this

[00:01:56] Edmund hillary couldn't climb this parsley sage rosemary and thyme this step off your flow is weak save that talk for dawson's creek and if you wanna know why I shriek like a banshee I'm seven eighths white one eighth comanche what's a girl like me supposed to do one step and then another and we're going with the flow tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow we learn from the rhythm we take what we're given we do whow we do and that's how we're living it's like you're dying in stereo can't believe my ears every single night I cast you out my book is full of business and short on rhymes I'm afraid to even look at the new york times gonna wash my hands off the whole affair open the window and breathe the fresh air I'm tired in a way that I can't explain can't remember the last time I felt the rain I write in the dark because I don't need to see I'm not following the moon you know it's following me keep my lips together and my teetha part be your substitute teacher write my rhymes on a chart we're ready every single night to take the stage and play I don't have a job but I work all day northern state put the cart before the horse we be who we are and show no remorse what's a girl like me supposed to do it's like you're dying in stereo