to shine? The harder I try to paint a picture of the way it was back then The more I miss the good times baby, let it roll again Good times baby, this is the time
shine? The harder i try to paint a picture of the way it was back then The more i miss the good times, baby, let it roll again Good times baby, this is the time
译文: 石玫瑰. 好时光.
to shine? The harder i try to paint a picture of the way it was back then The more i miss the good times, baby, let it roll again Good times baby, this is the time
, Sessilee Lopez Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks If you work with my people, speak that Jourdan Dunn language Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls I wonder how it feel to lower Stone
way But even a broken clock is right atleast two times a day You could have turned guns into roses like two times today Now there's something you gotta say two times
shows Where I reside, oh, you consider the side oh Ashtray and peanuts, it's time to slide Where I reside, you consider the side Ashtray and the peanuts it's time
Don't go sendin' me those three dozen roses Don't you know that just one rose will do Don't go tryin' to put diamonds on my fingers Don't you know that
this art form. in particular, it has a sort of idiotic refrain, in this case ricket Kety-tin you'll notice cropping up from time to time, running through
Here is the shovel that dug a hole in this ground of rocks And here is the pile of stones and for each one planted God only knows, a blood rose grown
feel like (It's your baby) fucking something too (Verse 1:) Well I'm lookin' in my Jacob can't tell the time I got plenty stones and aint none of them
hybrid corn, complete with hidden agenda beneath the surface lurking and smirking under a crown of thorns./ The crucifixion was a hoax, a cruel joke shop poison rose
dire need Crash land, in this unassuming reality When all the bodies fall will they shun the light And dust their feet on brittle stone And all this time
's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty stances. How many times must we hear rehashed
I'm the mightiest slinger of them all There is a time for war and a time for peace And a time to run and a time to split Getting dusty in the cellar
CHORUS: Putin roses on my homeboys head stones Zoning out to the voices in my head phones In the padded room alone spillin to the rain drops drink until
most spurious desires, rectify moments, most serious and urgent, to hail upon the face of most odious time, requiring replies most facile and vacuous
slip away when we said Stop what you're doing and love me now I'm making my move come on and love me now Time... time... Time... time... time... Are we beating the time
