Lirik Lagu Climb Trees - Sage Francis
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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.
Sun set and sun rise I'm my own personal light showFlipping switches...moving from basin bottoms to plateausThe Earth...manipulates itself beneath meI stand still...stagnate. Can't kill...this lagged state
Life...manipulates itself around me, but I'm dead stillUpright...but dead stillWord is still born...I will not stoop to the level of the stoop that y'all chill onIf the building's boarded up and the children of the corn-er Liquor Store don't want to kick it no more...because holes have filled the wall, sneakers are scuffed & toes have become sore
I saw y'all walk from the hood of tough luckYeah, if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the fuck up
Jump in your pick up truck. Drive from the mountain rangeCash the chips in on your shoulder, cut your losses, die young, count the changeHow strange...you think these clouds look lovely?Smoke signals...manipulate themselves above meNo symbols...are below me enough to overlookI know you read my every move, I wrote the book
Mind not the blemishes that are on my premise. Endlessness is my "to be continued..."Notice the nervousness in my footnotes when being interviewedShaking uncontrollably. "How you doing?" "Not bad...how about you?"Brought it right back to me like "What've you been up to?"
I don't talk to freaks. I even ignore my neighbors who live down the stairsI walk the streets. And they don't know that I'm famous in 2000 yearsSo I say shit loud in their ears and I spit a wretched verse in their face...Disrespecting their personal spaceIn a split second, curtains and drapes get closedThey think they've shut me out, but I can see their ugly mouth in the shape of "O"sI'd break their windows with a stone that has a note attatchedthat says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:"
"I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees downDead to this
Life...manipulates itself around me, but I'm dead stillUpright...but dead stillWord is still born...I will not stoop to the level of the stoop that y'all chill onIf the building's boarded up and the children of the corn-er Liquor Store don't want to kick it no more...because holes have filled the wall, sneakers are scuffed & toes have become sore
I saw y'all walk from the hood of tough luckYeah, if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the fuck up
Jump in your pick up truck. Drive from the mountain rangeCash the chips in on your shoulder, cut your losses, die young, count the changeHow strange...you think these clouds look lovely?Smoke signals...manipulate themselves above meNo symbols...are below me enough to overlookI know you read my every move, I wrote the book
Mind not the blemishes that are on my premise. Endlessness is my "to be continued..."Notice the nervousness in my footnotes when being interviewedShaking uncontrollably. "How you doing?" "Not bad...how about you?"Brought it right back to me like "What've you been up to?"
I don't talk to freaks. I even ignore my neighbors who live down the stairsI walk the streets. And they don't know that I'm famous in 2000 yearsSo I say shit loud in their ears and I spit a wretched verse in their face...Disrespecting their personal spaceIn a split second, curtains and drapes get closedThey think they've shut me out, but I can see their ugly mouth in the shape of "O"sI'd break their windows with a stone that has a note attatchedthat says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:"
"I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees downDead to this
