[00:00.000] 作曲 : Wasalu Jaco p/k/a: Lupe Fisaco
[00:00.446]Part I:
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[00:14.041][Chorus]
[00:21.529]We've been talented, all along
[00:25.568]But think we're fortresses, made of stone
[00:31.138]We just palaces made out of flesh and bone
[00:35.783]Waiting for our time to shine to come on home
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[00:40.084][Verse 1]
[00:41.270]Lord, please bless my castle of sand
[00:45.008]Waiting on a battle, so I handle all in my hand
[00:47.380]The war forces more toward my door with demands
[00:50.231]More important than the fortune that you poured down in my pan
[00:52.781]From freestyling to recording events
[00:55.455]Can you please reinforce on my borders and bands
[00:58.138]I should've put it towards some plans
[01:00.913]Want a forest, gotta water some plants (huh)
[01:02.815]Normally, ignoring the branch is part of the course but when you hold a culture you can't
[01:09.256]Can't parkour over a part, you gotta march forth over your art
[01:13.562]And for your fans
[01:14.747]When you cornered, gotta shorten your stance
[01:16.910]Lessen your tales, fully-shelled, don't orbit or dance
[01:19.751]You hit a bell then report to the band, then do whatever the chorus commands
[01:23.976]And for the Gram
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[01:24.888][Chorus]
[01:25.126]We've been talented, all along
[01:29.714]But think we're fortresses, made of stone
[01:36.096]We just palaces made out of flesh and bone
[01:40.347]Waiting for our time to shine to come on home
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[01:45.940][Verse 2]
[01:46.190]Lord, please bless my mansions of cards
[01:49.195]If ever challenge, let us camp in the car (uh)
[01:50.860]Or hang a hammock from a bench in the park
[01:54.440]A planet made of uninhabited parts (uh)
[01:57.389]Being anonymous don't grant you some dark
[01:59.604]Even astronomers keep a camera on Mars (uh)
[02:03.095]Satellites attract where you are
[02:05.167]And see your blackest night, attack it with sparks (uh)
[02:09.060]Fireworks are not a match for a star
[02:10.360]And fire hurts, burns, blackens, and scars (uh)
[02:13.215]Can still emerge, learned, attractive, and sharp
[02:16.080]From out the ashes of galactic barrage, yeah
[02:18.317]It gets savage when they traffic mirage
[02:20.921]It ain't no magic they in back of secret hatches and frauds
[02:23.999]You gotta take it back to the start
[02:26.203]You gotta tap and learn to rap from the heart, yeah
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[02:27.682][Chorus]
[02:28.942]We've been talented, all along
[02:33.860]But think we're fortresses, made of stone
[02:38.924]We just palaces made out of flesh and bone
[02:44.531]Waiting for our time to shine to come on home
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[02:49.688]Part II:
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[02:53.329][Verse]
[03:02.685]Uh, yeah
[03:03.568]Lord, please bless my palace of bones
[03:04.742]My soul call my skeleton home, it's on the phone (Hello?)
[03:07.629]Get a receiver back to Tyrone, we made a pact, nigga, I'm goin' back home (alright)
[03:11.883]Yeah, pack my bags, stagger back to the zone
[03:15.088]With a back full of daggers I've thrown
[03:17.346]I'm like my own masochist, slash my wrist with a poem, and when I'm gone
[03:20.838]Don't tamper with or sample my songs, unless you strong
[03:23.194]Bicep emojis in the group chat to burpees, don't disturb me if the booth black
[03:28.894]I'm going through and got a bunch of baggage on my roof rack
[03:31.193]I have a lot of habits that produce that
[03:33.043]They gon' put they tag on it, my condolescences to the fast moments
[03:36.376]Hope my solar system assist my slower mission and put some 'lax on it
[03:39.695]Window to my soul, peering inside
[03:41.283]Crib where my spirits reside, lyrics or die