Uno, dos, tres—turn the bass low

Sammy switch the tongue like a passport stamp,

Mumbai moon then L.A. lamp,

hips talk Sanskrit, lips talk French,

every little whisper got a double entendre bench.

Beat drop dirty but the heart stay clean,

karaoke confessions in a taxi between

continents we tangle in a one-night flight,

Google-translate love on a red-eye bite.

So talk dirty, say my name in neon rain,

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Can we talk, under the hush of neon rain?

夜風(fēng)把秒針吹慢，你的笑還亮著舊信簽。

我捧著顫抖的節(jié)拍，像未寄出的mixtape，

堆疊的sample全是來不及的對白。

讓鼓點(diǎn)替心跳道歉，讓合成器把遺憾舒展，

若沉默是黑膠的漩渦，請把最后一聲yes唱成副歌。

We Don’t Talk About Bruno (From “Encanto”/Soundtrack Version) – Yu Haiying/劉世超/Chen Wuer/Zhang Shencheng/胡維納 (Jalane Hu)/Huang Yanan/Encanto – Cast

詞：Lin-Manuel Miranda

曲：Lin-Manuel Miranda

不要提起布魯諾

不要提起布魯諾

但是 在我婚禮那天

我們婚禮那天

一切如此完美

天上沒有一絲的云彩

沒有一絲的云彩

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Talk till the moonlight fades to gold,

whisper the secrets we never told.

Your voice is a wave pulling me under,

every syllable tearing the thunder.

We don’t need clocks, just this rooftop sky,

let the city sleep while we learn to fly.

Say my name like the first line of a song—

if words can hurt, then talking’s our weapon;

keep firing, I’ll keep catching every one.

Auto-Tune howlin’ out the tin roof,

I’m the G-O-A-T, got the Ghost in the rearview.

Weezy in the passenger, blunt bigger than a statute,

codeine in the chalice, turn the coupe to a chapel.

Pain on the bridge, I’m a sermon and a syllable,

Wayne on the verse—every bar a crematorium.

Came from the swamp, left the mud on the Grammy,

still hustle every beat like the rent due in Miami.

I’m the glitch in your get-rich, the crown in the mosh pit;

if talk is cheap, then my goat chat cost a spaceship.

別說話 讓冰川替我們回答

冰層下的心跳 是地球最后的喇叭

霓虹溺死在深海 鯨群背著星塵逃亡

我們在水泥森林種塑料花

卻向月亮兜售氧氣的期貨

別說話 聽凍土裂開的痂

那是北極給赤道遞的遺書啊

別說話 讓塵土記清我們的錯(cuò)

等海面爬上摩天樓的二十七樓

我們再學(xué)魚群 用鰓語重唱舊歌

Silent blades in the dark, we glide,

Ghost steps, no echoes left behind.

21 speak—chrome tongue, no lies,

Project Pat bless the beat, let the body count rise.

Drake just smile, wrist frost like moon,

One text, one vault, one tomb.

Knife talk—no talk, just steel grammar,

Cutthroat love spelled in red camera.

Night ends, ice melts, sins stay warm,

We vanish in smoke, another soul gone.

Talk To Me – 執(zhí)紙大魔王

詞 : 執(zhí)紙大魔王

曲 : 執(zhí)紙大魔王

編曲：Thai Beats

混音：孤矢大人

封面：雨寶

Hello 我是不是在哪里見過你

像潛入了海底 心情像在臥底

你笑里還帶著痞

我就像魚在鍋里

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Sweet Talk – Saint Motel

Oh when it’s cold

I get warm just thinking of you

When I’m alone

I stare at stars and hope dreams come true

You’re probably not aware

That I’m even here

Well you might not know I exist

But I don’t even care

Sweet talk

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Talk dutty, let the bass drip slow,

whisper slang through the static, make my body glow.

Your accent’s a sin, I lick it off the vinyl,

record crackling like skin when our pulses spiral.

Tell me things I won’t translate, keep the lights low—

I want every dirty syllable to echo in mono.

Press me, scratch me, flip the side,

let the needle ride dirty till the break of daylight.