Lost Touch - Substantial/Uyama Hiroto.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Stanley Bryan Robinson/Shingo Annen/Javier Starks
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Malcolm Lloyd Jackson/Stanley Bryan Robinson/Uyama Hiroto
[00:10.53]Lost touch when we locked down
[00:12.45]Thankful that I got up after the knockdown
[00:14.82]Yey-yeah
[00:15.69]Lost touch with some old friends
[00:17.58]Try to enjoy the ride until the road ends
[00:20.22]Yey-yeah
[00:20.79]Lost sight of the mission
[00:22.65]Treating your community like competition
[00:25.65]Yey-yeah
[00:25.89]What was once lost can be found
[00:28.08]Chin high, 10 toes down, let’s go now
[00:30.66]Yey-yeah
[00:30.96]Hip-Hop’s 50, I’m doing my best to double that
[00:33.33]Loss legends, they say the culture is where the trouble’s at
[00:35.94]Lost our way and it might be too late to double back
[00:38.40]Chop it up but I’m more John Henry than Lumberjack
[00:40.98]Lay tracks til I die, fighting the machine off
[00:43.50]Trying to catch an angel that’s about to burn their wings off
[00:46.08]Editing the bucket list of things you can leave off
[00:48.63]Tiptoeing on the edge of faith ‘bout to leap off
[00:51.00]Cause we harbor the darkest fears its as if our visions
[00:53.58]Are the tallest, see-sawing and the ceilings are falling
[00:56.10]Law of the strongest, despite all the odds it's
[00:58.80]Got me ready to go all in... but why am I Stalin I know
[01:01.65]Loud haters in the crowd be the nazis
[01:03.78]Destroy but claim to be building like rowdy Itachis
[01:06.33]So proudly you watch me, in the studio cooking up miracles
[01:09.48]Like young black Hiyao Miyazaki
[01:11.61]How can I lose touch if I had it in the firm grip
[01:14.46]Of my hand like a handle of a bike
[01:16.38]When I was a little tyke, palm dirty held tight
[01:18.90]Then eventually it transformed to the old mic
[01:21.42]Crown rusty from the spit, signal only from the right
[01:24.00]But the first time I heard my own voice in the monitors
[01:27.15]Out of mind simulation watch me body the beat
[01:29.88]My alias, the birth of a moniker
[01:32.25]Lost touch when we locked down
[01:34.17]Thankful that I got up after the knockdown
[01:36.81]Yey-yeah
[01:37.32]Lost touch with some old friends
[01:39.27]Try to enjoy the ride until the road ends
[01:41.76]Yey-yeah
[01:42.51]Lost sight of the mission
[01:44.37]Treating your community like competition
[01:47.04]Yey-yeah
[01:47.64]What was once lost can be found
[01:49.77]Chin high, 10 toes down, let’s go now
[01:51.99]Yey-yeah
[01:52.26]I never thought friends in the past would leave
[01:54.57]Or pass, R.I.P. some flee after massive schemes
[01:57.84]Ghosted. The heartbreak is ferocious
[02:00.18]Ain't no doctor and a cast for these
[02:02.31]Masses looking down at their phone or their tablet
[02:05.07]As time flies by at even fasters speeds
[02:07.26]Where functionality and community clash it seems
[02:09.78]We lost touch like we cracked the screen
[02:12.33]It's pretty obvious to us, having been in the scene
[02:15.12]Feeling old like a vet but curious like a teen
[02:17.67]Had poets gunned down, prophets sold out
[02:19.98]Rebels silenced, the schools no alliance
[02:22.68]Venues shut down, stations paid off
[02:24.72]High hopes for the internet, its intent malice
[02:27.69]I see the talent in the stars but the mind so numb
[02:30.45]Does it sell 'cause it's dumb and we talk with our thumbs
[02:33.42]Made to be greater, lost touch with the creator
[02:35.67]The alpha and omega mistaken to be a beta
[02:38.43]Artist or an artisan, creator or curator
[02:40.80]Collapsing under baggage that could fit inside a freighter
[02:43.38]The body is a temple and the mind is a fortress
[02:46.05]Since health is wealth I’d mind if I lost it
[02:48.57]Trying to make a living hope they dying to support it
[02:50.88]If we dying in the streets, is me rhyming as important, guess we
[02:54.03]Lost touch when we locked down
[02:55.86]Thankful that I got up after the knockdown
[02:58.53]Yey-yeah
[02:59.07]Lost touch with some old friends
[03:00.96]Try to enjoy the ride until the road ends
[03:03.60]Yey-yeah
[03:04.17]Lost sight of the mission
[03:06.09]Treating your community like competition
[03:08.73]Yey-yeah
[03:09.27]What was once lost can be found
[03:11.46]Chin high, 10 toes down, let’s go now
[03:14.13]Yey-yeah
[03:14.40]Lost touch when we locked down
[03:16.26]Thankful that I got up after the knockdown
[03:18.51]Yey-yeah
[03:19.44]Lost touch with some old friends
[03:21.39]Try to enjoy the ride until the road ends
[03:23.79]Yey-yeah
[03:24.69]Lost sight of the mission
[03:26.49]Treating your community like competition
[03:29.16]Yey-yeah
[03:29.70]What was once lost can be found
[03:31.92]Chin high, 10 toes down, let’s go now
[03:34.62]Yey-yeah
[03:42.21]Chin high, 10 toes down, let’s go now
[03:44.58]Yey-yeah

文本歌词

作词 : Stanley Bryan Robinson/Shingo Annen/Javier Starks
作曲 : Malcolm Lloyd Jackson/Stanley Bryan Robinson/Uyama Hiroto
Lost touch when we locked down
Thankful that I got up after the knockdown
Yey-yeah
Lost touch with some old friends
Try to enjoy the ride until the road ends
Yey-yeah
Lost sight of the mission
Treating your community like competition
Yey-yeah
What was once lost can be found
Chin high, 10 toes down, let’s go now
Yey-yeah
Hip-Hop’s 50, I’m doing my best to double that
Loss legends, they say the culture is where the trouble’s at
Lost our way and it might be too late to double back
Chop it up but I’m more John Henry than Lumberjack
Lay tracks til I die, fighting the machine off
Trying to catch an angel that’s about to burn their wings off
Editing the bucket list of things you can leave off
Tiptoeing on the edge of faith ‘bout to leap off
Cause we harbor the darkest fears its as if our visions
Are the tallest, see-sawing and the ceilings are falling
Law of the strongest, despite all the odds it's
Got me ready to go all in... but why am I Stalin I know
Loud haters in the crowd be the nazis
Destroy but claim to be building like rowdy Itachis
So proudly you watch me, in the studio cooking up miracles
Like young black Hiyao Miyazaki
How can I lose touch if I had it in the firm grip
Of my hand like a handle of a bike
When I was a little tyke, palm dirty held tight
Then eventually it transformed to the old mic
Crown rusty from the spit, signal only from the right
But the first time I heard my own voice in the monitors
Out of mind simulation watch me body the beat
My alias, the birth of a moniker
Lost touch when we locked down
Thankful that I got up after the knockdown
Yey-yeah
Lost touch with some old friends
Try to enjoy the ride until the road ends
Yey-yeah
Lost sight of the mission
Treating your community like competition
Yey-yeah
What was once lost can be found
Chin high, 10 toes down, let’s go now
Yey-yeah
I never thought friends in the past would leave
Or pass, R.I.P. some flee after massive schemes
Ghosted. The heartbreak is ferocious
Ain't no doctor and a cast for these
Masses looking down at their phone or their tablet
As time flies by at even fasters speeds
Where functionality and community clash it seems
We lost touch like we cracked the screen
It's pretty obvious to us, having been in the scene
Feeling old like a vet but curious like a teen
Had poets gunned down, prophets sold out
Rebels silenced, the schools no alliance
Venues shut down, stations paid off
High hopes for the internet, its intent malice
I see the talent in the stars but the mind so numb
Does it sell 'cause it's dumb and we talk with our thumbs
Made to be greater, lost touch with the creator
The alpha and omega mistaken to be a beta
Artist or an artisan, creator or curator
Collapsing under baggage that could fit inside a freighter
The body is a temple and the mind is a fortress
Since health is wealth I’d mind if I lost it
Trying to make a living hope they dying to support it
If we dying in the streets, is me rhyming as important, guess we
Lost touch when we locked down
Thankful that I got up after the knockdown
Yey-yeah
Lost touch with some old friends
Try to enjoy the ride until the road ends
Yey-yeah
Lost sight of the mission
Treating your community like competition
Yey-yeah
What was once lost can be found
Chin high, 10 toes down, let’s go now
Yey-yeah
Lost touch when we locked down
Thankful that I got up after the knockdown
Yey-yeah
Lost touch with some old friends
Try to enjoy the ride until the road ends
Yey-yeah
Lost sight of the mission
Treating your community like competition
Yey-yeah
What was once lost can be found
Chin high, 10 toes down, let’s go now
Yey-yeah
Chin high, 10 toes down, let’s go now
Yey-yeah