笨小笨Celly歌词由Jorgy演唱，出自专辑《Wack (Explicit)》，下面是《Celly》完整版歌词！
Celly歌词完整版
My ankle is twisted
How could I move?
My ankle is twisted
I'm scared to lose
My ankle now twisted
My wrist turned to gifted
I'm different and sickly
Can't handle my business
I prayed to be lifted
Not livid
As I'm
Shlepped down this path
To the kennel
Take care of my dogs
My vision is tunneled
Don't slaughter these hogs
Protecting the jobs
Boy we need jobs
Prince or bowie from grave
They rising from cave. great
Resurrection
In their work they sought
No deception from birth
But filters are hurt
Learned something
Quite different and leaned
I lose, if I'm on your team
Same goes for we
Can't shy away
From the darkness of bein'
Straight hits like a bean
Ain't ascending with beam
That's just on the screen
Straight hits like a bean
Ain't ascending with beam
That's just on the screen
That couldn't be me
So you seein all the lights
All the camera action
Our hands is shaking
Like 'what happened'?
The glow distractin'
Stage ain't set with the lights
And the camera acting
Director clapping
Don't let 'em shape your passion
My feet in the beach
I wanna just leave
Grant me reprieve
Or pussy to eat
My jaw has been locked
Acceptin defeat
I lost
Shit I shoulda shot
Without fear of the caught
Or catch
I'm taking it back
What did we have?
Nothing tangible
For you to grab
Give me a second
I'm taking a lap or breath
You're asking for dollars
You're making no cents
We drowning in cash
Own signs of distress
The jungle's no mess
Just for your head
When god said 'bread'
Don't destroy
What was left for your oven
I left it unleavened
I stand with my brethren
Or sit, there is no heaven
A quarter to 6, the new 9/11
Blinded, indebted
It's shining, you selling
You thought of it swelly
My head is now swelling
Don't hit up my celly
Till I'm inventing time schemes
No heightening the Telly
Should I hit my celly
So you seein all the lights
All the camera action
Our hands is shaking
Like 'what happened'?
The glow distractin'
Stage ain't set with the lights
And the camera acting
Director clapping
Don't let 'em shape your passion
