Whiplash歌词
歌手：Kero One 专辑：Color Theory
作词 : Mike B Kim
作曲 : Mike B Kim
(Verse 1)
Post alma mater, trying to get dollars, right out of college/
with a collar on starving like Ramadan for something solid/
I’m getting off work about 8 pm, grab a little bite and embrace a pen/
make a couple beats, inside my den, wake up in the a.m., do it all again/
Friends, I had them but they too busy chasing them ladies/
money gone, what a con, when drinks equals Mercedes/
I’d rather demolish a song/
I made in two nights with a new mic from not getting my baller on/
smashing into the scene with my flow/
they blasting my beats in headphones/
packing up seats in each row/
cause passion is unleashed each show/
(wake up!) And that’s when I snapped out of a dream in a corporate meeting/
(Wake up!) drooling, snoozing, heavy, breathing, forget it I’m leaving/
yo boss, I’m going to take off this evening to enjoy the weekend/
maxing out CC's (Credit Cards), crafting CD's until I’m eating/
even if my tanks on "E"(empty) and the banks own me/
with that 20% APR my graveyard through laboring/
(Chorus)
Whiplash, whiplash , energy out, it got to come back! (repeat)
(Verse 2)
Sometimes I drop to my knees, praise God who set my soul free/
but I never got a spoon feed, hustling like its all on me/
with an appetite that’s out of sight, like every night just grabbed the mic/
burned demos, instrumentals, self assembled in my bedroom/
stacks of CD's, passed ‘em freely, play on TV, wasn't easy/
no Youtube, to allow you or school you with how to's
none to teach me/
feel me? asking every homie if they'd film me, but don't bill me/
my video budget was rubbish, publicists would milk me/
emptied my pockets silly really nonetheless we needed press/
CD's were pressed, off my own debt, no regrets to kill me/
keeping it professional, at all times, when I was small time/
from call times to interviews of all kinds even those that grilled me/
fundamentally its that energy I put out that made enemies
or friends to me/
propelling me up with more feet then a centipede/
sending me, towards finer things from flyering my own shows/
to inspiring those aspiring to go pro with flows bro/
作曲 : Mike B Kim
(Verse 1)
Post alma mater, trying to get dollars, right out of college/
with a collar on starving like Ramadan for something solid/
I’m getting off work about 8 pm, grab a little bite and embrace a pen/
make a couple beats, inside my den, wake up in the a.m., do it all again/
Friends, I had them but they too busy chasing them ladies/
money gone, what a con, when drinks equals Mercedes/
I’d rather demolish a song/
I made in two nights with a new mic from not getting my baller on/
smashing into the scene with my flow/
they blasting my beats in headphones/
packing up seats in each row/
cause passion is unleashed each show/
(wake up!) And that’s when I snapped out of a dream in a corporate meeting/
(Wake up!) drooling, snoozing, heavy, breathing, forget it I’m leaving/
yo boss, I’m going to take off this evening to enjoy the weekend/
maxing out CC's (Credit Cards), crafting CD's until I’m eating/
even if my tanks on "E"(empty) and the banks own me/
with that 20% APR my graveyard through laboring/
(Chorus)
Whiplash, whiplash , energy out, it got to come back! (repeat)
(Verse 2)
Sometimes I drop to my knees, praise God who set my soul free/
but I never got a spoon feed, hustling like its all on me/
with an appetite that’s out of sight, like every night just grabbed the mic/
burned demos, instrumentals, self assembled in my bedroom/
stacks of CD's, passed ‘em freely, play on TV, wasn't easy/
no Youtube, to allow you or school you with how to's
none to teach me/
feel me? asking every homie if they'd film me, but don't bill me/
my video budget was rubbish, publicists would milk me/
emptied my pockets silly really nonetheless we needed press/
CD's were pressed, off my own debt, no regrets to kill me/
keeping it professional, at all times, when I was small time/
from call times to interviews of all kinds even those that grilled me/
fundamentally its that energy I put out that made enemies
or friends to me/
propelling me up with more feet then a centipede/
sending me, towards finer things from flyering my own shows/
to inspiring those aspiring to go pro with flows bro/
