Scaffolds - Armand Hammer/The Alchemist.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : C. Hall for ELUCID/F. Porter for The Happiest Africans (SESAC)
[00:08.888] Always late with the epiphanies
[00:10.212] Like "Mike could've handled that differently"
[00:12.308] At least admit you had your hand in the misery
[00:14.756] It's no mystery (It's no mystery), group therapy
[00:17.690] I poured the kerosene and [?] watched the fire leap
[00:20.361] A shred of truth is all a liar need
[00:22.844] It all the burn the same when the fire feed
[00:25.389] Men rack our brains over past deeds
[00:27.401] Indeed the ground's cold but the bones not deep
[00:32.108] Wrapped in shower curtain or bed sheet, the bones picked clean
[00:35.221] Heir apparent, I inherited a blood-stained throne for a seat
[00:39.269] I can't afford not to believe in things unseen
[00:41.992] But belief always been dangerous to me
[00:45.250] Slumped in the last pew, the pulpit packed
[00:47.879] The culprits beg and accuse, executioner dons a mask
[00:55.729] The transcript read like Cam'ron skits
[00:58.007] Something wrong with motherfxckers, I don't know what it is
[01:00.441] Am I my brother's keeper? N!gga, I got my own sh!t
[01:03.690] Excuse me, I got excuses, I got excuses
[01:06.928] The crowd want blood, the firing squad [?] face [?]
[01:13.407] It's always two sides to the story
[01:15.060] The gory details is online, feel like Maury
[01:18.758] Am I my brother's keeper? N!gga, I got my own sh!t
[01:21.256] Excuse me, I got excuses, I got excuses
[01:25.460] Free fall, limbs flailing in the blackness, hundred hands slap hard
[01:28.595] [?] sinkhole [?] landed
[01:31.024] Earth move for a new gold standard
[01:32.822] Armand Hammer broke exotic on grand piano
[01:35.761] Melting candelabras, clocks blink midnight, no invite, who's the livest?
[01:39.917] You haven't matched the meter, so you must respect it
[01:42.595] As it pertains to how I [?] ayy, don't ask me no question
[01:45.801] I believe in black secrecy
[01:47.662] Plum to the death with language, drown in the thick of spirit
[01:50.663] Bodies humbly collapse fetal, eye of a thousand needles
[01:54.174] [?] heavy kick, my city [?]
[01:56.932] Twenty-two under Miss [?]'s pillow, she read the room and spit snuff
[02:00.997] Bought thirteen babies and outlived all but two
[02:03.821] I love to talk with fools, I hate circlin' the train
[02:07.078] And repeatin' myself unless I'm [?] on the stage
[02:10.361] The price done doubled, the ice pebbled, the mint muddled
[02:13.850] A vision, receiving all our signal [?]
[02:16.600] There's a part beyond me, plus chaos