we're cruisin' together Music was made for love Cruisin' is made for love I love you when we're cruisin' together Cruise with me baby, baby Oh baby Oh baby let's cruise
译文: D'安杰洛. Cruisin'.
going my way I love it when we're cruisin' together Music was made for love Cruisin' is made for love I love you when we're cruisin' together [repeat] Baby let's cruise
tell if I looked like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky It was televised, there's been an accident like Geico They thought I was burnt up, like Pepsi did Michael I must gotta Angel
to go sit back in the crowd Teacher told me get a job, save up for a 401(k) Man I'd rather be young and shit, countin' $401k. I'd rather die with a smile
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ever need the D.I double D.Y, B.A.D B.O.Y good in any hood, no vest, no 45 got my man lookin down on me from angels all around me flyin over my lambo
request line, girl Play a record by my favorite band Turn table, let's bless me on my stereo Play my favorite song on my stereo Like Macy Gray, Roots, and D'Angelo
DAY, givin' you the taste of good life, this your girl Yo-Yo. Should I say is it still all good? Today at 12:45 outside the Petersen Museum here in Los Angeles
calm as [Incomprehensible] Losin' my cool, let's do this straight forward Shopping sprees in my nogamee When them other dudes call it don't bother me I'm a young Billy D
limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever come what may For a chance at loving you, I'd
Angelo and Ken were cousins and friends Two cousins who liked prostitutes Cruising the night, a girl they'd invite In their car for a ride to the hillside
we used to cruise to Vancouver We used to lie to the people when we'd show up at parties We used to pretend that we'd never met and then you'd send a
I'd like to sleep in on Saturdays But I hate to miss the good yard sales In my dreams I pay a buck for matching lawn chairs I don't like people who are
out with nothing to do Sometmes we'd go drivin' around In my sister's Pinto Cruisin' with the windows rolled down We'd listen to the radio station We
any hands And you cruised above the ribbons of rain That drove the crowd from the stands Then he killed the lights in a lonely lane And, an ape with angel