Lirik Lagu Float - Aesop Rock
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
So I heard y'all wanna float...
Yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wingWith a shoestringPrime directive selects reflectiveAviation bathed in mood swingI'm broke; I know a walking corpseThat spit icicle dagger to slit throatQuicker than you can proveThere's four letters in hope (h...o...p...e)I paint a portrait of myself,Bored life inside the tortoise shellTortured, orbiting Hell's orchid,Intrigued but not compelledI smell a hint of charred child fleshSweeping through my corridorMore than one canteen,A liquid caffeineAnd eclipse the slaughters now ?Is the villain of my Kabuki hologramAs I hobble with hollow hands,Please pin the nozzleWe see intent to reinvent dream applicationWith homage to ancientsBut honor modern replacementsCircling now basics, freshI'm Bilbo Baggins,With stilts tippin' the peatree dishBeached fish on the shoresWith a feast of wits eats the corpseDivy the servings and study the traitsThat deemed killer breed credibleThat's a harp of a different color,Yeah, but the song remains identicalI am not a crook (crook)I cook the wick at both ends just to blendThat element of chance with my
Tight rope leaf life, sight beyond,I reign where hunger pain got begoneBelong to something civil saint'Cause this Rembrandt paints onAnd it's a tall canvas,Lodged in the gut of AtlantisI'm pretend(?),Impressive lungs,Some truly learn what a death chant isI alone personify mankind's collective soulAs the result of one angry Zeus fistBlistering pulp cult evokedFace it, place it on the shelfNext to the portrait Mommy gave youAnd the day it rains but y'all poseBy the slave ship anyway (how sweet)Make it rain 'till the lead be grainMy face is a combine of Father TomAnd his sweetest concubineWhine, and it saddens meLike televised c
Yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wingWith a shoestringPrime directive selects reflectiveAviation bathed in mood swingI'm broke; I know a walking corpseThat spit icicle dagger to slit throatQuicker than you can proveThere's four letters in hope (h...o...p...e)I paint a portrait of myself,Bored life inside the tortoise shellTortured, orbiting Hell's orchid,Intrigued but not compelledI smell a hint of charred child fleshSweeping through my corridorMore than one canteen,A liquid caffeineAnd eclipse the slaughters now ?Is the villain of my Kabuki hologramAs I hobble with hollow hands,Please pin the nozzleWe see intent to reinvent dream applicationWith homage to ancientsBut honor modern replacementsCircling now basics, freshI'm Bilbo Baggins,With stilts tippin' the peatree dishBeached fish on the shoresWith a feast of wits eats the corpseDivy the servings and study the traitsThat deemed killer breed credibleThat's a harp of a different color,Yeah, but the song remains identicalI am not a crook (crook)I cook the wick at both ends just to blendThat element of chance with my
Tight rope leaf life, sight beyond,I reign where hunger pain got begoneBelong to something civil saint'Cause this Rembrandt paints onAnd it's a tall canvas,Lodged in the gut of AtlantisI'm pretend(?),Impressive lungs,Some truly learn what a death chant isI alone personify mankind's collective soulAs the result of one angry Zeus fistBlistering pulp cult evokedFace it, place it on the shelfNext to the portrait Mommy gave youAnd the day it rains but y'all poseBy the slave ship anyway (how sweet)Make it rain 'till the lead be grainMy face is a combine of Father TomAnd his sweetest concubineWhine, and it saddens meLike televised c
