the beach beats a hole through my hand Hands of the clock stand where I have to walk All the way around Turn upside down Just look around to the turning
Bản dịch: Screaming Trees. The Turning.
Hah hah hah hah, hah Hah hah hah hah, hah Yeah, bad boy baby Loon, it's your turn now kid Show 'em what you got I be that young handsome cat, same color
Mild apprehension Blank dreams of the coming fun Distort the odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert
hear my screams Plus the Lord's the only person I let see me on my knees I don't wanna hear myself, turn me off, don't turn me up And they kick you when
? for an excuse to let loose What?s your locomotive The chatta nigga choo choo? Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams That?s the way
hamster pal But the sanitation workers really didn't approve So he packed up his accordion and had to move To a city in Ohio where he lived in a tree
without form facing the deep Darkness and challengin' the powers that be It's impossible for scientists to make up the seeds Didn't make up the trees, so why we turn
rather, get busy to the third degree 'Cause the war populations are If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon Hit you up, leave your whole face screaming
all that it's about No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode Under control, can tell my real niggaz really roll On the low tryin' to blow trees And
to them you got to get through me And it's the Bad Boy family tree Like I said we gonna do this shit, nonstop And my sole purpose is makin' you dance Ladies scream
so let's go crazy [R Kelly:] make love to me, like you never made love before [Nivea:] wanna hear you screaming [R Kelly:] i wanna hear you screaming, screaming
dream dream) And God said, look for the burnin bush, now I turned to weed So I jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burnin trees (hey) Hard white, I
we escape from the house as the day disappears from the sky into night we became what we wanted to be like a dream or a ghost i collapse out of turn near
We escape from the house As the day disappears from the sky Into night we became what we wanted to be Like a dream or a ghost I collapse out of turn
just sit and watch the people there And they remind me of wind up cars in motion The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions And I want to scream
know what it is Black and yellow [x4] [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Everything I do, I do it big Yeah, uh huh, screaming that
leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line While the Dirty Birds kick for tree
