The lyrics of van ne's top(fan en tuo luo ge ci )

[the creative process of sudden emergence of inspiration: you can go as soon as you say. In heaven, you must be the best singer and our most beautiful uncle fan]

Tell me what you're hiding

Tell me what you are

Tell me what you're hiding from

I can't hide it

Tell me what happened to me

Tell me what I am

Tell me I'm just a spinning little top

Too much, please don't be wordy

Don't listen too much. Tear off your ears

We are like spinning top

Being dragged

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Want to be free, stop being forced

If you want to fight, raise your hands

Shoot them in the head

Please don't say anything that is a headache

We've all figured it out. What's wrong with you

Hang up your clothes. Your brain is full of nerves

What kind of people do they look like

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I've figured it out. What's wrong with you

Hang up your clothes. Your brain is full of nerves

It seems that there are assholes behind the human models

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Tell me what you're hiding

Tell me what you are

Tell me what you're hiding from

I can't hide it

Tell me what happened to me

Tell me what I am

Tell me I'm just a spinning little top

In a quiet place

In places where there is no shadow

A place full of fog

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Too much, please don't be wordy

Don't listen too much. Tear off your ears

We are like spinning top

Being dragged

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Want to be free, stop being forced

If you want to fight, raise your hands

Shoot them in the head

Cut the crap

Wow

A cry, a whip

(laoh, laoh)

The skin of love is plucked and engulfed

(laoh, laoh)

We are the top that is pulled tight

(laoh, laoh)

Cruel

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Want freedom to stop oppression

(laoh, laoh)

If you want to fight, raise your hands

(laoh, laoh)

Shoot them in the mouth

Please don't say anything that is a headache

Chinese PinYin : Fan En Tuo Luo Ge Ci