he doesn't need her anyway Dreams have feltered Plans have failed The kids are caught up in your wake I had a dream you were having a party Martinis, skins, and backyard flames
번역: 머저리 화약. 뒤뜰 불길.
he doesn't need her anyway Dreams have faltered Plans have failed The kids are caught up in your wake I had a dream you were having a party Martinis, skins, and backyard flames
strippers come together, fame Let my pants hang, watch me do my chain swang Takin' bitches Mane with this yellow diamond karat chain Waka, Flocka, Flame
your roof you need a fine toothed comb to find the truth well my house ain't made of glass and my chariot ain't no pumpkin I'm not a backyard bumpkin
even friends with one Got your chain got your watch Tryin to act hard I'm at my house raking leaves in my backyard Baby venom spit flame Eat lightning
bad man, bad man Make shots, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang Man we the best never the less You know we get it hot Fire flame, fire, fire flame Put me on
again and hop out the stolen Jumpin? through backyards, clumsy and trippin? It don?t matter when your goal is a throat slittin? And the way she danced lit flames
Maggie's still trying to rope a tornado Joe's in the backyard trying to keep things simple And the lonely DJ's digging a ditch, Trying to keep the flames
hot Potnah this bubonic cuts, that other shit is high Fuck what you talkin' about, throw me that childproof lighter Oh youse a smoker huh? Then go on and flame
Little brother's in the backyard revin' up the engine Tuning up for Saturday night Be a dirt track mogul Racing round the oval Passing everything in sight
proved his words Water pistol man full of ammunition Squirtin' at fires on a worldwide mission But did you ever think to stop to squirt The flowers in your own backyard
got federal agents watching us Got niggaz hitting glocks see us I love (?) See I'm above any nigga that you name Hop up out the blue thang With two flames
I have heard dandelions Roaring out in my backyard A direct approach is dangerous Until you're sure they've dropped their guard You'd be better off to
you Cobwebs in the corners and dust on the floor Laughter don't ring through its halls anymore And the fireplace is cold where the flames have all died
's still trying to rope a tornado Joe's in the backyard tryin' to keep things simple And the lonely DJ's diggin' a ditch Trying to keep the flames from
laugh, Beat him, heat him, eat him for dessert. Yeah! Roast him gently so the flames won't hurt. We'll swim and you'll go camping You'll be a champ in your own backyard
this party started Pump up the gas grill Pump it up While the flame is jumping Pump up the gas grill Pump it up Blue flame Outside in the backyard
