Information
Album Name
accent fried
Artist
Mokyo
Genre
포크/블루스
Release Date
2020.12.21
Release Agency
Universal Music Group
Hangul

I tell you in my dreams
Put some rum in it
I freeze when I talk to you
It’s Like pretzel cracked it
There’s a lot of Dust in my hand
I lost it
the tangled threads
of consciousness
I cut through it
Lost up in the system
Come and see
the violence inherent
Be Quarantine
Come and see
The head of a critic
I’ll be your groupie
Someone’s holding back
Scooping on the bass
I am no mature but
feel like a kid
I'm in a race where no one's with me
I don’t have a
chance to get closer
But I’m running from
But I’m running still
I Ain’t conversate with
I tell you in my dreams
Put some rum in it
I freeze when I talk to you
It’s Like pretzel cracked it
There’s a lot of Dust in my hand
I lost it
the tangled threads
of consciousness
I cut through it
All the things that I don’t mean
sometimes it hurts to know the truth
All the questions asking me
what time i came home
what I’m doing
I’m so gifted at hating
what I don’t like the most
I’ve been losing
I don’t get no sleep so all the time
Everybody ask about it
Everybody test my body
눈대중으로 봐요 내 차림
I dig that 내 피드가
Everything
법 대 코스프레 교육
Pass 했지 Now u got it
Why u died
Tell me why u died
모두가 익명이 됐지
기스도 안나던 걘 지금 없어 대답이
Visual 요즘 4k
좋댔어
들여다보지않아도 보인대지
넌 좆됐어 새끼야
Back out 대피야
밤만 되면 들려 bell이
Huh Flash back
Return 그 때로
위태 나체로
니체 말데로
기대 내 친구가 울면서 huh
너무 단단해서 부서진 너
I tell you in my dreams
Put some rum in it
I freeze when I talk to you
It’s Like pretzel cracked it
There’s a lot of Dust in my hand
I lost it
the tangled threads
of consciousness
I cut through it
All the things that I don’t mean
sometimes it hurts
to know the truth
All the questions asking me
what time i came home
what I’m doing
I’m so gifted at hating
what I don’t like the most
I’ve been losing
I don’t get no sleep so all the time

RomanizationI tell you in my dreams
Put some rum in it
I freeze when I talk to you
It’s Like pretzel cracked it
There’s a lot of Dust in my hand
I lost it
the tangled threads
of consciousness
I cut through it
Lost up in the system
Come and see
the violence inherent
Be Quarantine
Come and see
The head of a critic
I’ll be your groupie
Someone’s holding back
Scooping on the bass
I am no mature but
feel like a kid
I'm in a race where no one's with me
I don’t have a
chance to get closer
But I’m running from
But I’m running still
I Ain’t conversate with
I tell you in my dreams
Put some rum in it
I freeze when I talk to you
It’s Like pretzel cracked it
There’s a lot of Dust in my hand
I lost it
the tangled threads
of consciousness
I cut through it
All the things that I don’t mean
sometimes it hurts to know the truth
All the questions asking me
what time i came home
what I’m doing
I’m so gifted at hating
what I don’t like the most
I’ve been losing
I don’t get no sleep so all the time
Everybody ask about it
Everybody test my body
nundaejungeuro bwayo nae charim
I dig that nae pideuga
Everything
beop dae koseupeure gyoyuk
Pass haetji Now u got it
Why u died
Tell me why u died
moduga ikmyeongi dwaetji
giseudo annadeon gyaen jigeum eopseo daedabi
Visual yojeum 4k
jotaesseo
deuryeodabojianado boindaeji
neon jotdwaesseo saekkiya
Back out daepiya
bamman doemyeon deulryeo belli
Huh Flash back
Return geu ttaero
witae nachero
niche maldero
gidae nae chinguga ulmyeonseo huh
neomu dandanhaeseo buseojin neo
I tell you in my dreams
Put some rum in it
I freeze when I talk to you
It’s Like pretzel cracked it
There’s a lot of Dust in my hand
I lost it
the tangled threads
of consciousness
I cut through it
All the things that I don’t mean
sometimes it hurts
to know the truth
All the questions asking me
what time i came home
what I’m doing
I’m so gifted at hating
what I don’t like the most
I’ve been losing
I don’t get no sleep so all the time

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