[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Asylum (Explicit) - billy woods [00:04.83]Lyrics by:F. Porter for Happiest Africans (SESAC) [00:09.66]Composed by:Billy Woods/Preservation [00:14.49]I think Mengistu Haile Mariam is my neighbor [00:17.76]Whoever it is moved in and put an automated gate up [00:20.82]Repainted brick walls atop which now cameras rotated [00:24.75]By eight the place dark one light burn later [00:27.57]Razor wire like a slinky [00:29.91]Rumor is parcel bomb took the secretary right eye and pinky [00:33.96]Evenings he take a snifter of whisky on the veranda [00:36.90]I wonder what he's thinking [00:38.55]In the morning the maid brings coffee from the kitchen [00:41.52]Some nights strange music plays I lay in bed and listen [00:45.42]Downstairs I hear my mother breaking dishes my father trippin' [00:49.35]It's been quite bad lately high tension [00:51.75]Galvanized steel security fencin' [00:54.33]To get through the day give myself a mission [00:57.24]Anything what get me out the house a blessin' [00:59.61]His bodyguard chews khat spits black in the rhododendron [01:03.63]Blacked out Range rumble when he start the engine [01:06.78]Avocado tree hang over the property line [01:09.27]I watch from as high as I can climb [01:11.67]The dog looks up and whines the hills are alive with land mines [01:15.27]I live in my mind [01:16.53]Not sure what I'm looking for but I'll know when I find [01:19.77]My mother sent the gardener to look for me but the sky is a great place to hide [01:25.23]Never told the truth in your life [01:28.11]Can't start now [01:30.33]Ever so slowly slowly locked up in your own house [01:36.45]Never told the truth in your life [01:38.58]Can't start now [01:41.04]Ever so slowly slowly locked up in your own house [01:46.17]The guests start having doubts the host nowhere to be found [01:49.56]It's ghosts in the building's bones so many skeletons in the ground [01:53.34]When everything collapse he just melt into the crowd [01:56.22]Suitcase packed melted down the crown [01:58.77]But a haven's only safe as long as they want you around [02:02.28]Tomorrow it's no tellin' [02:05.58]Hollow when you done sellin' [02:08.07]You see how well they treat me [02:09.81]My own courtyard for private strolls [02:12.12]And in my chalet every possible amenity [02:14.76]Not to mention the occasional night visitors [02:18.96]I must confess kabiyesi this detention seems to look well on you [02:27.42]But so does captivity look well on a lamb we are fattening up for the feast [02:31.83]Or perhaps as you say [02:33.06]On a wife we treat with special favor because she is going to bear us a child [02:37.29]What happens when the great day comes and there is only a calabash under the wrapper