Palaces (feat. Troy Tyler) - Lupe Fiasco/Troy Tyler.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Wasalu Jaco p/k/a: Lupe Fisaco
[00:17.996][Chorus]
[00:20.730]We've been talented, all along
[00:26.355]We think we're fortresses, made of stone
[00:31.449]But we’re just palaces made out of flesh and bone
[00:36.824]Waiting for our time to shine to come on home
[00:41.950]Oh-oh-oh-oh
[00:42.605]
[00:42.995][Verse 1]
[00:43.245]Lord, please bless my castle of sand
[00:44.956]Waiting on a battle, sword handle all in my hand
[00:47.676]The war forces more toward my door with demands
[00:50.190]More important than the fortune that you poured in my pan
[00:53.518]From freestyling to recording advance
[00:55.689]Can you please reinforce all my borders and bands?
[00:59.189]I should've put it towards some plans
[01:01.159]Want a forest, gotta water some plants, huh
[01:04.658]Normally, ignoring the branch
[01:06.393]Is par for the course, but when you hold a culture, you can't
[01:09.627]Can't parkour over a part
[01:11.628]You gotta march forth over your art and for your fans
[01:15.127]When you cornered, gotta shorten your stance
[01:16.769]Lessen your tells, Philly-shelled, don't orbit or dance
[01:20.300]You hear the bell then report to the band
[01:22.206]Then do whatever that the chorus commands and for the 'Gram
[01:23.143]
[01:24.049][Chorus]
[01:25.159]We've been talented, all along
[01:30.253]We think we're fortresses, made of stone
[01:35.377]But we're just palaces made out of flesh and bone (Made out of flesh and bone)
[01:40.741]Waiting for our time to shine to come on home (Our time to come on home)
[01:45.726]Oh-oh-oh-oh
[01:46.069]
[01:46.695][Verse 2]
[01:47.012]Lord, please bless my mansions of cards
[01:48.726]If ever challenged, let us camp in the car (Uh)
[01:52.273]Or hang a hammock from a branch in the park
[01:54.180]A planet made of uninhabited parts (Uh)
[01:57.430]Being anonymous don't grant you some dark
[01:59.617]Even astronomers keep a camera on Mars
[02:03.367]Satellites attract where you are
[02:05.008]And see your blackest night, attack it with sparks
[02:08.274]Fireworks are not a match for a star
[02:10.524]And fire hurts, burns, blackens, and scars (Uh)
[02:13.444]Can still emerge learned, attractive, and sharp
[02:15.413]From out the ashes of galactic barrage, yeah
[02:18.960]It gets savage where they traffic mirage
[02:20.898]It ain't no magic, they in back of it, secret hatches and frauds
[02:24.695]You gotta take it back to the start
[02:26.304]You gotta tap and learn to rap from the heart, yeah, yeah
[02:26.898]
[02:27.835][Chorus]
[02:28.725]We've been talented, all along
[02:34.108]We think we're fortresses, made of stone
[02:39.545]But we’re just palaces made out of flesh and bone
[02:44.873]Waiting for our time to shine to come on home
[02:50.562]Oh-oh-oh-oh
[02:57.076]
[02:57.379][Verse]
[03:01.999]Yeah, yeah
[03:02.561]Lord, please bless my palace of bones
[03:04.982]My soul call my skeleton home, it's on the phone (Hello?)
[03:08.451]Give the receiver back to Tyrone
[03:09.795]We made a pact, nigga, I'm goin' back home (Alright)
[03:12.545]Yeah, pack my bags, stagger back to the zone
[03:15.248]With a back full of daggers I've thrown
[03:16.905]I'm like my own masochist, slash my wrist with a poem, and when I'm gone
[03:20.436]Don't tamper with or sample my songs unless you strong
[03:23.983]Bicep emojis in the group chat
[03:25.874]Five sets of burpees, don't disturb me if the booth black
[03:28.625]I'm going through it, got a bunch of baggage on my roof rack
[03:31.046]I have a lot of habits that produced that
[03:32.983]They gon' put they tag on it, my condolences to the fast moments
[03:36.280]Hope the solar system assist my slower mission and put some lag on it
[03:39.859]Window to my soul, peering inside
[03:41.467]The crib where my spirit resides, lyrics or die