LRC歌词
Project Windows - Nas
Black hoods, cops n projects
Sewers flooded with foul blockage
The gutters wild and every child watches
Changin top locks with ripped off hinges
Doors kicked off, drunks stag off smirnoff, wipe your beard off
Crippled d**e fiends in wheelchairs stare
Vision blurry, cus buried deep in they mind are hidden stories
Bet hes a mirror image of that 70s era
Finished for the rest of his life, till he fades out
The liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out
So many ways out the hood but no signs say out
Mental slavehouse where gats go off, I show off
Niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they time cut off
You should chill if you short, prepare deep thought
To hit the street again, get it on, get this paper and breathe again
Plan to leave somethin behind
So your namell live on, no matter what the game lives on
(chorus)
Lookin out of my project window
Oh, I feel uninspired
Lookin out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
Yo, if this pianos the cake then my words are the candles
Light it up, make a wish, and them angels will grant you
Impatient once tried, but in those angels and bamboo
They lit it up, *puff* *puff*, hit it up, *puff*
Now they dismantled, think the whole world is crazy, got a 9
Watch where you walk, 2 dollar fine, sign of the times here in new york
Hi satan, united nations quietly taken, to own your soul
Take it or leave it, just my evaluation
Stack loot and guns, teach the girls karate, school your sons not to hate
But to stay awake, cus the scars a razor make is nothin in comparison
To the gas left on this whole mass, if we don't get it controlled fast
Might as well be, laughin with malcolm xs assassin as we die slow
Perishin, brain dead from a erickson
Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons
A cup of it for those thuggin it, yall sing the tune
Chorus
Another day, another dollar, my mother will holla
She said go and see the world for myself, and my brother shafala
Pops was smooth, from his top to his shoes
Sang the rules, guitar strings he played smokin his ?
? hat, picture this yo, seventies cat
He wrote his music in the back of the crib, I did my homework
At night the windows were speakers, pumpin life out
A fight, people screamin cus somebody pulled a knife out
So I look at this poem, I'm hooked to this tune
Every night the same melody, hell sounded so heavenly
But jail was ahead of me,
Readings what I shouldve done, cus my imagination would run
I was impatient to get out and become part of the noise out there
I used to stare, five stories down, basketball courts, shot up playgrounds
And I witnessed the murders and police shake-downs
Yo, the hustlas and hoes, *** and fo-fos
This was the life of every kid, lookin out project windows
Oh, outta my window
Lookin out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
Lookin out of my project window
Oh, I feel uninspired
Lookin out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
Lookin out of my project window
Oh, I feel uninspired
Starin out of, of my window
Oh i, feel so tired
Oh yeah, outta my window
Oh, lookin out, lookin out
Lookin out my window, oh yeah
Makes me, feel so tired
Outta my window, out my project window
Lord I feel, uninspired
Black hoods, cops n projects
Sewers flooded with foul blockage
The gutters wild and every child watches
Changin top locks with ripped off hinges
Doors kicked off, drunks stag off smirnoff, wipe your beard off
Crippled d**e fiends in wheelchairs stare
Vision blurry, cus buried deep in they mind are hidden stories
Bet hes a mirror image of that 70s era
Finished for the rest of his life, till he fades out
The liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out
So many ways out the hood but no signs say out
Mental slavehouse where gats go off, I show off
Niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they time cut off
You should chill if you short, prepare deep thought
To hit the street again, get it on, get this paper and breathe again
Plan to leave somethin behind
So your namell live on, no matter what the game lives on
(chorus)
Lookin out of my project window
Oh, I feel uninspired
Lookin out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
Yo, if this pianos the cake then my words are the candles
Light it up, make a wish, and them angels will grant you
Impatient once tried, but in those angels and bamboo
They lit it up, *puff* *puff*, hit it up, *puff*
Now they dismantled, think the whole world is crazy, got a 9
Watch where you walk, 2 dollar fine, sign of the times here in new york
Hi satan, united nations quietly taken, to own your soul
Take it or leave it, just my evaluation
Stack loot and guns, teach the girls karate, school your sons not to hate
But to stay awake, cus the scars a razor make is nothin in comparison
To the gas left on this whole mass, if we don't get it controlled fast
Might as well be, laughin with malcolm xs assassin as we die slow
Perishin, brain dead from a erickson
Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons
A cup of it for those thuggin it, yall sing the tune
Chorus
Another day, another dollar, my mother will holla
She said go and see the world for myself, and my brother shafala
Pops was smooth, from his top to his shoes
Sang the rules, guitar strings he played smokin his ?
? hat, picture this yo, seventies cat
He wrote his music in the back of the crib, I did my homework
At night the windows were speakers, pumpin life out
A fight, people screamin cus somebody pulled a knife out
So I look at this poem, I'm hooked to this tune
Every night the same melody, hell sounded so heavenly
But jail was ahead of me,
Readings what I shouldve done, cus my imagination would run
I was impatient to get out and become part of the noise out there
I used to stare, five stories down, basketball courts, shot up playgrounds
And I witnessed the murders and police shake-downs
Yo, the hustlas and hoes, *** and fo-fos
This was the life of every kid, lookin out project windows
Oh, outta my window
Lookin out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
Lookin out of my project window
Oh, I feel uninspired
Lookin out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
Lookin out of my project window
Oh, I feel uninspired
Starin out of, of my window
Oh i, feel so tired
Oh yeah, outta my window
Oh, lookin out, lookin out
Lookin out my window, oh yeah
Makes me, feel so tired
Outta my window, out my project window
Lord I feel, uninspired
文本歌词
Project Windows - NasBlack hoods, cops n projectsSewers flooded with foul blockageThe gutters wild and every child watchesChangin top locks with ripped off hingesDoors kicked off, drunks stag off smirnoff, wipe your beard offCrippled d**e fiends in wheelchairs stareVision blurry, cus buried deep in they mind are hidden storiesBet hes a mirror image of that 70s eraFinished for the rest of his life, till he fades outThe liquor store workers miss him but then it plays outSo many ways out the hood but no signs say outMental slavehouse where gats go off, I show offNiggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they time cut offYou should chill if you short, prepare deep thoughtTo hit the street again, get it on, get this paper and breathe againPlan to leave somethin behindSo your namell live on, no matter what the game lives on(chorus)Lookin out of my project windowOh, I feel uninspiredLookin out of my project windowOh, it makes me feel, so tiredYo, if this pianos the cake then my words are the candlesLight it up, make a wish, and them angels will grant youImpatient once tried, but in those angels and bambooThey lit it up, *puff* *puff*, hit it up, *puff*Now they dismantled, think the whole world is crazy, got a 9Watch where you walk, 2 dollar fine, sign of the times here in new yorkHi satan, united nations quietly taken, to own your soulTake it or leave it, just my evaluationStack loot and guns, teach the girls karate, school your sons not to hateBut to stay awake, cus the scars a razor make is nothin in comparisonTo the gas left on this whole mass, if we don't get it controlled fastMight as well be, laughin with malcolm xs assassin as we die slowPerishin, brain dead from a ericksonWords are the medicine, two teaspoons for goonsA cup of it for those thuggin it, yall sing the tuneChorusAnother day, another dollar, my mother will hollaShe said go and see the world for myself, and my brother shafalaPops was smooth, from his top to his shoesSang the rules, guitar strings he played smokin his ?? hat, picture this yo, seventies catHe wrote his music in the back of the crib, I did my homeworkAt night the windows were speakers, pumpin life outA fight, people screamin cus somebody pulled a knife outSo I look at this poem, I'm hooked to this tuneEvery night the same melody, hell sounded so heavenlyBut jail was ahead of me, Readings what I shouldve done, cus my imagination would runI was impatient to get out and become part of the noise out thereI used to stare, five stories down, basketball courts, shot up playgroundsAnd I witnessed the murders and police shake-downsYo, the hustlas and hoes, *** and fo-fosThis was the life of every kid, lookin out project windowsOh, outta my windowLookin out of my project windowOh, it makes me feel, so tiredLookin out of my project windowOh, I feel uninspiredLookin out of my project windowOh, it makes me feel, so tiredLookin out of my project windowOh, I feel uninspiredStarin out of, of my windowOh i, feel so tiredOh yeah, outta my windowOh, lookin out, lookin outLookin out my window, oh yeahMakes me, feel so tiredOutta my window, out my project windowLord I feel, uninspired
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