The scenery rides by just like floats lost in a parade where the palms and tumbleweeds sail right past the homes they stretch and they fade rolling like
번역: Beulah. 유리 언더 일요일.
no loose ends I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms This is no false alarm, they want to do us harm Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house They
Ya, ya, California Sunday afternoon, baby Pull it out, whip it out, pull it out Drive it out, drop it out You know? Let 'em know I got chrome and paint
they dont wanna ever stay, down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad, so I get my cash and I act mad, I mash out on the glass I gotta big ol' Lac, a nigga
want this heart I don't need this blood I see you running through the grass A doctors daughter, a sky of glass My swollen eye at sunday school No saviour here under
conversation pit You're sleeping underneath yesterday's papers And pretending the tsunami hasn't hit Friday was the crucifixion Saturday, cremation under glass The resurrection was on Sunday
like Paris Hilton Presidential Suite already I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a lion like her daddy I'm am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday I swear
love that Baby, Mannie Fresh, they got that work, nigga And I got that pistol under my shirt, nigga Yeah, slip up if you want You get put sixty feet under
Mexican beer on a Sunday afternoon I got no lime and I got no sunshine Under New England skies I was born and raised Raise my glass to the skies to my
of beers He looks at it all stifles a yawn She tries not to look like she cares What do I do now? Are we going under? What did I do wrong? I thought
up under the sun Depending what sun you live under you can be the one on [OutKast] Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. [OutKast] Sunday
up under the sun Depending what sun you live under you can be the one on [outkast] Sunday mornin, makes me feel So godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. [outkast] Sunday
You can turn all about You got your tickers ticking Tock-tock, tick-tock Just take away the deadwood Let it all grow green Put some silk under you
beers He looks at it all stifles a yawn She tries not to look like she cares Chorus: What do I do now? Are we going under? What did I do wrong?
no loose ends I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms This is no false alarm They want to do us harm Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house They
