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作词 : Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/Gene Thornton | 作曲 : Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/Gene Thornton | The Devil's tapping on shoulders
作词 : Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/Gene Thornton 作曲 : Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/Gene Thornton The Devil's tapping on shoulders He's tryna get to know ya The right time to fold ya I'm losing saints and my soldiers It's all Lodi Dodi till you looking at the body Smiles I'll never see again Never be a "we" again Cleaning out your closet The one you kept your demons in Hard for me to breathe again I'ma blame your head, not your heart Till we meet again Easily, I coulda been one of them Locked up and never get to see the sun again Burning buildings, I kept running in The allure every time I flew a hunnid in Codefendant cave in, and lawyers couldn't save him All for the love of 580's and a mixed bitch having ya baby I done dodged strays crazy Man, I think about this shit daily When the crew breaks apart, who takes the charge? You face the cards, I lace the squad Went from mason jars to crepe tartare's Escape the odds by the Grace of God I've seen killers and kingpins sing behind the wall I watched many men die 'cause no one would make the call I've seen entire empires crumble and fall Yes, I've seen it all They missed this wall By the Grace of God All the black cats I seen All the black MACs I squeezed All the black crows I dreamed Even the black cloud hovering Couldn't touch me in the bulletproof Cullinan Tears on my pillowcase Was I spitting in yo' face? When you let me beat that case Some **** see the money, can't make it (Can't make it) Some **** get the money, can't take it (Can't take it) Gotta realize that they was naked (Naked) Was I cooking death when I was baking? Salt bae it, sprinkle it, and sauté it You don't trust me, then we all weigh it And it ain't over till we all say it And you ain't shooting shit, them guns are archaic In closing, I see I'm chosen All my pressure points frozen You know how it goes When the crew breaks apart, who takes the charge? You face the cards, I lace the squad Went from mason jars to crepe tartare's Escape the odds by the Grace of God I've seen killers and kingpins sing behind the wall I watched many men die 'cause no one would make the call I've seen entire empires crumble and fall Yes, I've seen it all They missed this wall Yeah By the Grace of God
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