笨小笨AMPERSAND歌词由j.b.poe&Sun Gin演唱，出自专辑《AMPERSAND (Explicit)》，下面是《AMPERSAND》完整版歌词！
AMPERSAND歌词完整版
sessed with the master plan
along the way
I came to draw an ampersand
‘What’s next?’
playin’ by my west ear
ain’t pertain to this question
it’s like “You ain’t got no answers, Jay.”
ain’t no masqueradin’
again I face dat ol’ cul-de-sac
can’t complain thou
solo in the basement,
just lock myself in
not Jujitsu
but I roll up with those ideas
this pen game I been goin thru
“dolorem ipsum”
crooked penmanship I just saw
도로다 찢어
sounds foreign
imagery is being tarnished
another paper on the table
I put my whole-hearted support
to this art form
always payin’ homage
recite the words
embody them and gain knowledge
yet the shape
not curvy like them fine broads
The lines gotta come
smooth and clean like fine cloth
then the night falls
I’m masterin’ the aspiration
my hands keep shakin’
with the mixed desperation.
bend in the road
keep a tight grip
no hesitation
stand the pace with patience
ain’t no time to be complacent
movin’ my passion fresh,
I don’t want no stale fruit
this make-believe world
that I don’t want no fake juice
rather take the straight route
than messin’ with them fake fools
in the bracket as “same dude”
I gotta make a breakthrough
thru the pain harder than sapphire
and even no detector can’t find’em
with ten toes
me being quiet
so tired of dudes grumblin’ and whinin’
cuz the money ain’t shown no more
now they all go diet
I tryna draw sign
unstoppable
another trial
with a chip on my shoulder
I practice my recital
puttin’ my grind to the art
till it be deep and solid
take a chance
no lookin’ back like JD and DOMI
it looked like coils at first
much to untwine
the boy at work
no strings attached
ain’t spoil the worth of what I address
take it in the right direction
ready left the comfort zone
off to the destination
the train of thought I take
move something high-tech
controllin’ quality
make it dope with the side patch
either heaven or club
I rock the hi-hat
stylin’ on the boomin track
and keepin’ all the right snares
pondering the master plan
among the ways
again I draw an ampersand
‘What’s next?’
this time I count my intentions
and make decision
if I die tomorrow
I’ll be doin’ me
can’t pretend
