[00:00.00] 作曲 : Atmosphere
[00:41.55]You got a bag full of paint, a head full of brain
[00:44.25]No snow, no rain, ain't got no complaint
[00:46.68]Like you high on that krylon running through your veins
[00:49.20]You look like a war vet starin at them trains
[00:52.53]It's like you zen the **** out
[00:54.15]Sittin in the bushes, letting all the bugs out
[00:56.85]One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the fear
[01:01.92]Lookin at scarred box cars
[01:03.87]Focusing and notice one of the ones most fit
[01:05.94]Its like that one there, has got your name all over it
[01:08.61]So that one there, is getting your name all over it
[01:11.43]Pull a can of sky blue for the outline
[01:13.71]Sky for the limits, blue for the down time
[01:16.35]Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps
[01:21.45]Thinking bout your little brother, cause he been tryin hit the yard with you all summer
[01:25.50]It's a good thing that you didn't bring him along
[01:27.69]Cause that's when you saw the flashlights singing this song like[Chorus 2X]
[01:31.23]Run, run, run these yards
[01:32.94]Run, run, run don't get caught
[01:35.16]Run, run, run every piece understood
[01:50.04]It wasn't fast enough, a simple catch
[01:52.35]Cornered in the parking lot hidin in the trash
[01:54.90]You heard the footsteps, heart beatin hard
[01:57.00]Are you gonna have to fight with a trainyard guard?
[01:59.76]You stepped out on some, yup let's start this
[02:02.04]Puffin out your chest like you wasn't in the garbage
[02:04.98]And that's when the universe stopped
[02:07.02]Cause your looking straight at a uniformed officer
[02:09.54]What you think, should you run, run
[02:11.37]And take a chance at getting some from his stunt gun
[02:13.83]That ain't one on one, plus he look kinda young
[02:16.26]The type that might beat your ass just for fun, huh
[02:18.87]So tell me what the **** are you supposed to do
[02:21.36]Already thinking about the cuffs holdin you
[02:23.76]Already got a few cases over you
[02:25.86]But then the police man says, no it's cool
[02:28.56]What, where's the punch line, can't call it
[02:31.08]Too many paint fumes, musta lost it
[02:33.42]He handed you your bag and said here,
[02:35.07]I think you dropped this
[02:35.91]Cause this cop grew up on hip hop[Chorus 2X]

作曲 : Atmosphere
You got a bag full of paint, a head full of brain
No snow, no rain, ain't got no complaint
Like you high on that krylon running through your veins
You look like a war vet starin at them trains
It's like you zen the **** out
Sittin in the bushes, letting all the bugs out
One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the fear
Lookin at scarred box cars
Focusing and notice one of the ones most fit
Its like that one there, has got your name all over it
So that one there, is getting your name all over it
Pull a can of sky blue for the outline
Sky for the limits, blue for the down time
Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps
Thinking bout your little brother, cause he been tryin hit the yard with you all summer
It's a good thing that you didn't bring him along
Cause that's when you saw the flashlights singing this song like
Run, run, run these yards
Run, run, run don't get caught
Run, run, run every piece understood
It wasn't fast enough, a simple catch
Cornered in the parking lot hidin in the trash
You heard the footsteps, heart beatin hard
Are you gonna have to fight with a trainyard guard?
You stepped out on some, yup let's start this
Puffin out your chest like you wasn't in the garbage
And that's when the universe stopped
Cause your looking straight at a uniformed officer
What you think, should you run, run
And take a chance at getting some from his stunt gun
That ain't one on one, plus he look kinda young
The type that might beat your ass just for fun, huh
So tell me what the **** are you supposed to do
Already thinking about the cuffs holdin you
Already got a few cases over you
But then the police man says, no it's cool
What, where's the punch line, can't call it
Too many paint fumes, musta lost it
He handed you your bag and said here,
I think you dropped this
Cause this cop grew up on hip hop