作曲 : The Uncluded
My feet hang off of every bed I ever slept on
Catch less Z's more f-bombs (****)
Invaders from the north brought a body in the trunk
With four cold eyes ushering a Johnstown flood
Too known too dumbstruck
Plainclothes sputtering
A strange home spine-chilling cluster to un****
Sup sup all steady with little magic
No checked bags show up with the most baggage
Fresh hell dragging old hell up from holed rabbits
From mangled emotion and gross patterns
No carrots only rumors of a bridge that flickered with black scallops
And float pine out the bathtub of crass maggots (Bats)
1 point ****in' 5 schmillion
A number undermining how they duck and dive different
And I was waiting for an hour and I merely saw six
Some thought it was a bust, I thought it was the shit
I watched the videos and hung out with his friends and hugged his mama
And it's clear to me this kid's the Minnesota Dali Lama
And the lama twist his tongue
To create a perfect rhyme
With every style preconceived to spit that shit out at your mind
And your mind's rind peels back revealing
Every dead friend on the back of a little black bat
So you stand and you wait at the top of the bridge
Only six fly out and return to where they hid
So you wait and you wait and you never wanna leave
'Cause 1.5 million bats is what you need to see to grieve
1.5 million bats is what you think you need
But 6 is enough to receive a little peace
'Cause every little bit counts
Sometimes in death and disorder
You look for shooting stars
In the reflection of the water
And you open the gifts that you didn't expect
On the birthdays of the dead friends that are stuck in your head
Like love, and hugs and songs and rage
And the keys that you needed to unlock your heart's cage
The ability to put the pen back to the page
The heat beneath your feet to propel you on stage
The beat that completes your shit these days
Yeah the beat that completes your shit these days
(The beat that completes your shit these days)
Bats
Bats
The post cards coast from a reoccurring force field
Pickling his demons with the prematurely door-nailed
Never played Taps on a short scale
Played dream wars with corbins chalkboard nails
Sore thumb
Ay yo played the corner of the salt lick
Kayo said "are people you are meeting know what loss is?"
Twenty in a one a patio with forceps
Wig splits sorting would amount to little mortar heads
Never gonna stop
Tell me about your homey
The quote that would open a can of bogeys
In the form of stolen roman candle stories
Wild youth clique
From a tethered plus my alive friends are even deader
There's a little folk singer who has run out of chords
Like a big bad lion who has lost its roar
Coming in like a lamb-chop
At which the lion's shamed
I got Gunther Gabel Williams
Trynta tame my brain
With a flick of the wrist and a crack of the whip
I said if that's all you got
You ain't got shit
'Cause for free birds like me
The possibilities are endless
Try to put me in a box
I will be relentless
In my pursuit of lots of different kinds of things
You can clip my toe nails but
You can't clip my wings
Bats
Bats
I know about your brother
I will bring him to the bridge
If the colony is hiding we lift him on the six
Knife in the road
Scalp in his mitten
Glass house decalicow and pissin'
A proud Fugee and a foul cow limp cow system
Triple crown clip never trickle down bread crumbs
Group is over gallon
Under the bowed head shrunk
Better sip from the acrylic killer clown redrum-wretch
If you ever woke up feeling future-proof
Precious brothers in effect and rooting for the future you
Speaking of the future us
Twin city mourning
Broke a wiper on a rental trynta grin away the gory
Wait new game smuggle bats on a plane
Wait newer game tug a whole bridge through his brain
I will drag these bricks
Over lake and law
Shake 1.5 out over St. Paul
Just knowing poetry and mathematics get involved
Then he totaled and a quarter of 'em a draw
Don't count shit
First sign of leathery wings
He throw them devil horns up yelling heavenly things
See I started this life
As a nappy but clean flapjack
Slipping on the shiny white backs of the back pack
A princess a jock a brain a freak
Now I'm a ****ing rebel I'm a little of each
And I'm not ashamed of all the different parts in me
And I like cross-pollinating the communities
Because divided we're cool
But together we conquer
Like monsters and roaches
And humans and honkers
And if you're close to my age, then you were raised down the street
With a lick-em-mate Fun Dip in front of your TV
And our generation's gotta do it differently
'Cause we got new ideas and new abilities
Inside an old-fashioned funeral, ew - change the station
I'd rather tune in for a life celebration
Say good bye with dance parties and say good bye with shows
'Cause that somber-ass shit's not the way I wanna go
Put your hands in the air
Feel your dead friend's presence
Wrap and unwrap pack no resentments
With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge
And we're summoning the bats so we can live
With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge
And we're summoning the bats so we can live
[00:00.00] 作曲 : The Uncluded
[00:00.74]My feet hang off of every bed I ever slept on
[00:25.50]Catch less Z's more f-bombs (****)
[00:28.07]Invaders from the north brought a body in the trunk
[00:31.10]With four cold eyes ushering a Johnstown flood
[00:33.85]Too known too dumbstruck
[00:35.30]Plainclothes sputtering
[00:37.17]A strange home spine-chilling cluster to un****
[00:40.15]Sup sup all steady with little magic
[00:42.38]No checked bags show up with the most baggage
[00:45.18]Fresh hell dragging old hell up from holed rabbits
[00:47.99]From mangled emotion and gross patterns
[00:50.42]No carrots only rumors of a bridge that flickered with black scallops
[00:53.41]And float pine out the bathtub of crass maggots (Bats)
[00:56.57]1 point ****in' 5 schmillion
[00:59.28]A number undermining how they duck and dive different
[01:01.99]And I was waiting for an hour and I merely saw six
[01:04.37]Some thought it was a bust, I thought it was the shit
[01:07.96]I watched the videos and hung out with his friends and hugged his mama
[01:10.13]And it's clear to me this kid's the Minnesota Dali Lama
[01:13.24]And the lama twist his tongue
[01:14.98]To create a perfect rhyme
[01:16.11]With every style preconceived to spit that shit out at your mind
[01:18.79]And your mind's rind peels back revealing
[01:21.66]Every dead friend on the back of a little black bat
[01:24.40]So you stand and you wait at the top of the bridge
[01:27.34]Only six fly out and return to where they hid
[01:30.32]So you wait and you wait and you never wanna leave
[01:33.06]'Cause 1.5 million bats is what you need to see to grieve
[01:35.62]1.5 million bats is what you think you need
[01:38.76]But 6 is enough to receive a little peace
[01:41.50]'Cause every little bit counts
[01:43.03]Sometimes in death and disorder
[01:44.47]You look for shooting stars
[01:46.04]In the reflection of the water
[01:47.19]And you open the gifts that you didn't expect
[01:50.08]On the birthdays of the dead friends that are stuck in your head
[01:52.76]Like love, and hugs and songs and rage
[01:55.64]And the keys that you needed to unlock your heart's cage
[01:58.29]The ability to put the pen back to the page
[02:01.18]The heat beneath your feet to propel you on stage
[02:03.85]The beat that completes your shit these days
[02:06.90]Yeah the beat that completes your shit these days
[02:10.20](The beat that completes your shit these days)
[02:13.88]Bats
[02:20.49]Bats
[02:36.58]The post cards coast from a reoccurring force field
[02:40.99]Pickling his demons with the prematurely door-nailed
[02:43.70]Never played Taps on a short scale
[02:46.52]Played dream wars with corbins chalkboard nails
[02:49.39]Sore thumb
[02:50.54]Ay yo played the corner of the salt lick
[02:52.39]Kayo said "are people you are meeting know what loss is?"
[02:55.19]Twenty in a one a patio with forceps
[02:57.79]Wig splits sorting would amount to little mortar heads
[03:00.65]Never gonna stop
[03:02.14]Tell me about your homey
[03:03.77]The quote that would open a can of bogeys
[03:06.32]In the form of stolen roman candle stories
[03:08.18]Wild youth clique
[03:09.33]From a tethered plus my alive friends are even deader
[03:12.26]There's a little folk singer who has run out of chords
[03:14.64]Like a big bad lion who has lost its roar
[03:17.28]Coming in like a lamb-chop
[03:19.16]At which the lion's shamed
[03:20.50]I got Gunther Gabel Williams
[03:21.80]Trynta tame my brain
[03:23.18]With a flick of the wrist and a crack of the whip
[03:26.19]I said if that's all you got
[03:27.60]You ain't got shit
[03:28.81]'Cause for free birds like me
[03:30.12]The possibilities are endless
[03:31.64]Try to put me in a box
[03:33.06]I will be relentless
[03:34.88]In my pursuit of lots of different kinds of things
[03:37.52]You can clip my toe nails but
[03:39.25]You can't clip my wings
[03:45.38]Bats
[03:57.27]Bats
[04:07.89]I know about your brother
[04:09.62]I will bring him to the bridge
[04:11.15]If the colony is hiding we lift him on the six
[04:13.95]Knife in the road
[04:15.37]Scalp in his mitten
[04:16.75]Glass house decalicow and pissin'
[04:19.62]A proud Fugee and a foul cow limp cow system
[04:22.48]Triple crown clip never trickle down bread crumbs
[04:25.24]Group is over gallon
[04:27.13]Under the bowed head shrunk
[04:28.41]Better sip from the acrylic killer clown redrum-wretch
[04:31.05]If you ever woke up feeling future-proof
[04:34.29]Precious brothers in effect and rooting for the future you
[04:36.74]Speaking of the future us
[04:38.17]Twin city mourning
[04:39.54]Broke a wiper on a rental trynta grin away the gory
[04:42.27]Wait new game smuggle bats on a plane
[04:44.95]Wait newer game tug a whole bridge through his brain
[04:47.96]I will drag these bricks
[04:49.50]Over lake and law
[04:50.58]Shake 1.5 out over St. Paul
[04:53.48]Just knowing poetry and mathematics get involved
[04:56.33]Then he totaled and a quarter of 'em a draw
[04:59.02]Don't count shit
[05:00.03]First sign of leathery wings
[05:01.98]He throw them devil horns up yelling heavenly things
[05:04.19]See I started this life
[05:06.02]As a nappy but clean flapjack
[05:07.69]Slipping on the shiny white backs of the back pack
[05:10.53]A princess a jock a brain a freak
[05:12.97]Now I'm a ****ing rebel I'm a little of each
[05:15.87]And I'm not ashamed of all the different parts in me
[05:18.90]And I like cross-pollinating the communities
[05:21.58]Because divided we're cool
[05:23.19]But together we conquer
[05:24.54]Like monsters and roaches
[05:26.20]And humans and honkers
[05:27.55]And if you're close to my age, then you were raised down the street
[05:30.14]With a lick-em-mate Fun Dip in front of your TV
[05:32.80]And our generation's gotta do it differently
[05:35.62]'Cause we got new ideas and new abilities
[05:38.54]Inside an old-fashioned funeral, ew - change the station
[05:41.63]I'd rather tune in for a life celebration
[05:44.34]Say good bye with dance parties and say good bye with shows
[05:47.09]'Cause that somber-ass shit's not the way I wanna go
[05:50.08]Put your hands in the air
[05:51.22]Feel your dead friend's presence
[05:52.66]Wrap and unwrap pack no resentments
[05:55.82]With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge
[05:58.48]And we're summoning the bats so we can live
[06:01.32]With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge
[06:04.18]And we're summoning the bats so we can live
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