Sittin’ on the dock, watch the tide roll in

Gold teeth glisten, where the water begin

Rocky got the boat, I got the smoke and the gin

Two kings on the wharf, let the evening begin

Harbor lights flicker, reflect in my chain

Conversations deep, while we watchin’ the planes

Money in the duffel, but we talkin’ ’bout pain

Sunset on the water, wash away all the stains

Wharf talk, real talk, nothin’ fake in the air

Tyler with the vision, Rocky with the flair

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He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below

He saw everything as far as you can see

And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun

And he lost a friend but kept the memory

Now he walks in quiet solitude the forests and the streams

Seeking grace in every step he takes

His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand

The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high

I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky

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Silk shirt ripple like Tokyo neon,

Chrome laces knot in a lunar eclipse,

She drip Fendi ozone, got the block gaspin’—

Asthmatic flash habits, click, click, addict.

I’m a walking lookbook, Raf wings on the collar,

Paparazzi stutter when my denim hit the shutter.

Balenciaga karma, I wear it like armor,

She my fashion killa—blade heels, no drama.

Rocky Raccoon (洛奇浣熊) (Remastered 2009) – The Beatles (披頭士)

Written by：Paul McCartney/John Lennon

Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota

在達(dá)科他州的布拉克山上

There lived a young boy named rocky raccoon

住著一個(gè)叫洛奇雷坤的年輕人

And one day his woman ran off with another guy

一天他的女人和別人私奔了

Hit young rocky in the eye rocky didn’t like that

洛奇還被打得鼻青臉腫

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Praise the Lord, diamonds dance in the dark night

Hallelujah, chrome clouds rain neon light

Riding through the trenches, saints in Nike Flight

Bless the trap, convert the grams to candlelight

My scripture’s stitched in the seams of these rare garments

Ghost ride the hearse, still swerving through the projects

Holy water splashed on the bezel, still flawless

Psalms in the smoke, watch the skyline turn scarlet

From the pulpit to the pavement, we stay polished

Cross on my chain, but the clip stays tarnished

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