《Wanderland》歌词

[00:04:21] Life...life...dreams...

[00:04:21] [Verse 1

[00:04:21] Rhyme kicker, Mister Mister Sick Line Spitter

[00:04:21] Uploadin' all his videos with QuickTime, to get a

[00:04:21] Quick shine, courtesy of YouTube buzz

[00:04:21] His niggas tell him "no one rap like you do, cuz"

[00:04:21] Now who knew cuz was so savvy?

[00:04:21] Mama told him that he get it from his daddy

[00:04:21] Homie hit her for her Caddy

[00:04:21] Every Friday night, so he can cruise around the boulevard

[00:04:21] Full of hard niggas pullin' card

[00:04:21] And sell his little demo tape he recorded upstate

[00:04:21] With his boy Nate's pirated copy of Cubase, but he's

[00:04:21] Sick of livin' in the same place

[00:04:21] Seein' the same faces runnin' in the same race

[00:04:21] Seein' the same hundred-and-twelve fans on MySpace

[00:04:21] Just 'cause he nice doesn't guarantee plays

[00:04:21] But hip-hop is what he needs, what he breathes

[00:04:21] Made him go and throw some D's on the segway

[00:04:21] He never dreamed of Jeannie but he dreamed of Jean Grae

[00:04:21] His baby mama wanna see him succeed, she give him leeway

[00:04:21] Now even she say he save heat for Open Mic Night

[00:04:21] Might motivate him if his chain was soaked in ice, right

[00:04:21] And the dream don't stop

[00:04:21] Homie gets love in the street, but his seed can't eat those props

[00:04:21] Meanwhile he's starvin' for the jewels and wealth

[00:04:21] He want the fortune and the fame but kid is foolin' himself

[00:04:21] He could've been the next Nas, been the next Ra

[00:04:21] But he didn't have connections so he couldn't get far

[00:04:21] Homie is 37 and he stil dwells

[00:04:21] On the same dreams that he had when he was 12, he's in Wanderland

[00:04:21] [Verse 2

[00:04:21] Bamboo bangels

[00:04:21] Honey loved to waltz and to tango

[00:04:21] And they say she got the voice of an angel

[00:04:21] Pixie hoops and rings

[00:04:21] Shorty was a bedroom superstar, tryin' to live her Whitney Houston dreams

[00:04:21] Graduated 18, full-ride scholarship

[00:04:21] But she got a gift

[00:04:21] First semester, dropped out

[00:04:21] Didn't tell her mother, moved to California

[00:04:21] Never had anybody that was in her corner

[00:04:21] Never had a plan, she began life as a stripper

[00:04:21] Mr. Plaid Pants always was a big tipper

[00:04:21] Convinced her he was into music, told her that he owned a label

[00:04:21] And was able to stop her from dancin' on tables

[00:04:21] Now homegirl was reluctant

[00:04:21] The bright type, but them bright lights had blinded her better judgment

[00:04:21] 'Cause dude drove a Saturn, and after a while she saw a pattern

[00:04:21] Every time he'd get her a gig, he'd be hittin' the skins

[00:04:21] Seven years, three kids and a month later

[00:04:21] She's still waitin' on her break yo, dude bounced ages ago

[00:04:21] And that's the way it go...her dreams never faded away

[00:04:21] She still believe she'll get discovered someday

[00:04:21] But until then, she is back on the pole

[00:04:21] Back in the hole-in-the-wall, strippin' again

[00:04:21] Honey dip still young, only 25

[00:04:21] And she has NO clue what she's gonna do with her life

[00:04:21] She's in Wanderland

[00:04:21] [Bridge

[00:04:21] One for the money

[00:04:21] Two for the show

[00:04:21] Three to get the... (three to get the...)

[00:04:21] H-h-h-h-here we go

[00:04:21] [Verse 3

[00:04:21] I seen niggas in the hood

[00:04:21] Trade a noose for a loose-leaf

[00:04:21] And spit flows that they boosted from Boosie

[00:04:21] And tip hoes at the Blue Streak

[00:04:21] Gentleman's Club, with their cash

[00:04:21] Delusional as hell, goin' nowhere fast

[00:04:21] And I fear I'm headed down the same path sometimes

[00:04:21] Worried if my dreams of hittin' big are asinine

[00:04:21] I pray to God I'm never past MY prime

[00:04:21] Wonderin' if I should scrap these rhymes, or live in Wanderland