Floorfilla - Sister golden hair
Tekst :
Well, I tried to make it someday,
But I got so demdepressed,
That I set my side on Monday,
And I got myself embrassed.
I am waiting for the author,
But I do agree those times.
When a woman, sure, can be your feminin.
Well, the people thinking bout, too,
Sister Golden Hair surprised.
And I just can t live without you,
Come to see it in my eyes.
I will one more go responding,
I ve been, too, to hard to find.
But it doesn t mean, you re waiting on my mind.
Sister, sister, sister Golden Hair...
Well, the people thinking bout, too,
Sister Golden Hair surprised.
And I just can t live without you,
Come to see it in my eyes.
I will one more go responding,
I ve been, too, to hard to find.
But it doesn t mean, you re waiting on my mind.
Will you make me in the middle?
Will you make me in the air?
Will you love me just a little?
Just to know to show you care.
Well, I try to thinking, don t my scene,
I just can making.
Well, I try to thinking, don t my scene,
I just can making.
Sister, sister, sister Golden Hair...
I will one more go responding,
I ve been, too, to hard to find.
But it doesn t mean, you re waiting on my mind. Inne utwory
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There goes Elvis kicking up a landslide
Close shave now he’s back on the flipside
Stretch taxi gonna fly me to the Hollywood Bowl
It’s a bitch Jack when you need some feedback
You hang while they hold you and you never get the ring back...
Love is a hunger
That burns in my soul
But you never notice the pain
Love is an anchor
That won t let em go
I reach out to hold you
But you push me away
You always convince me to stay
And I wonder why
We hold on with...
Kids are doing drugs,
Kids ignore the rules,
What do you expect?
They re just surviving school,
Kids are fucking up,
Kids are fucking cruel,
Kids all fucking suck,
They re just surviving school
I don t like you, you don...
[Intro: Naisha (Triggnomm)]
Yo this shit s recording kid
So drop some jazz shit (drop some shit)
Drop some jazzy shit, (put the blunts down)
Drop some jazzy shit, (son set it off, set it off)
[Naisha]
The State of Naisha, mug like...
SCOOTER!! Yeah!!
We re gonna hit you harder!
Yeeah! C mon, c mon!
Friends!...We ll be Friends!
We ll be friends...We ll be friends!
Friends!...We ll be Friends!
We ll be friends...We ll be friends!
Friends!...We ll be Friends!
We ll be friends...We ll be friends!
Friends!...We ll be...