笨小笨Break The Lock歌词由Ty演唱，出自专辑《Late Night Tales: Arctic Monkeys》，下面是《Break The Lock》完整版歌词！
Break The Lock歌词完整版
Uh uh uh hardcore n***as
Uh uh uh hardcore j j j yeah er
Alright well got my s**t down here smoke that s**t
We bout to just do some nice stuff here wassup
Aaaaaaaaaaaah
UH My style hurts doesn't it
Turn around and your hole crews loving it
Uh you tried stiff neck thugging it
Couldn't sleep 'cause your mind had a bug in it
Buzzing without w**d extract
And you thought I wasn't coming Well you need a slap
Let me see chapter three verse one and I'm on
Wait fore warning you of the coming of kong
Come on splash little fishy can you swim in the pond
Are you that breaking the wall will your building respond
To the pressure walking with the strength of my predecessor
Ancient I never walk alone
I'm up against the stereo mono typical
Visualising wealth is not applicable
Now my brain cries out for me to read
With movement inspired by Johnsy D and Benjy Read
The Globe keeps spinning
The hole d**n world is
But I ain't moving
Excuse me
We can't keep joking
No no no no
Break the lock if the door's not open now
Break it down break it down
The Globe keeps spinning
The hole d**n world is
But I ain't moving
Excuse me
We can't keep joking
No no no no
Break the lock if the door's not open now
Concepts get abandoned with no gloves
Traditional trends evaporate like soap suds
The innercity whirlpool will suck you up like
You up right
Time to bring back down to syndromes
Custard in your eye like Bugsy Malone
You need to stay calm with napalm attached to ya
Embrace arm in gasoline strike a match to ya
Now now do you feel enlightened
Well I don't and I'm the one writing
Anything versus everything really means nothing
Can't be a king peacock I hate strutting
Dressed up semi jiggy I might frustrate somethin'
A lion in the wardrobe is ready to break somethin'
Mr Fantastic Fox
The Awkward individ' that makes the wack
S**t
Hot
My jazz addiction is a preminition of war
When visible tussels appear on the dance floor
The sweat breaks to the beat freak of the month year decade
Vacuum the essay now let's say
I'm one in a million a million in one room
You want an interview with the killer of monsoons
I'll sing sonnets to don and donnettes ok
I'm terrible with a broom sweeping your mess away
