Bản dịch: Tim Barry. Moving On Blue.
lives Red stains on eyes of a blue dog My pains fade as the interiors fog The blood that moves my body Now colors the ground (The blood that moves the body) (The blood that moves
get on a song I *tie coo?* I just went and brought another home Who you stuntin on? I'm never off, I set it off, and you were never on What's there to
ain't a thing, throw it out like rice Been around the world, cop the same thing twice Rub on my tits, squeeze on my ass Gimme some, step on the gas
high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound, right, left Izzy kizzy looky here Musi ques, I sews on bews,I pues a twos on que zat
the spot light like me and my anterrawj. lets walk in the spot light tim & bob on the track yeeeea Chorus : ( Turn off the lights, so i can make you move
my mom and get my cry on I order room service, get my apple pie on And after that, I just walk the streets A homeless dude throws up on my feet And I
tracks on compilations, the band finally broke up, Greg moved back home, and that appeared to be it for Bad Religion. Then, in 1984, Greg moved back
Working on the record seems pointless now When the world ends, who's gonna hear it? Well, I'm trying to take some comfort In written words Yeah, Tim
up C - Come on and get the speakers boomin' Stop what you're doin' 'Cause we're about to ruin (come on) Chorus: Uh oh uh oh Move to the right now (uh oh uh oh) Move
ends in the glass Benz in Nevada Flashin' gems, eight-and-a-half Tim state robber All my life been on some foul shit besides kidnap a child shit Get on
they on it she can nip it in the bud and leave that b-tches face warm, yuughck! in my best Pusha imitation b-tch I be ballin' on the low like the chim
make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend that its them again, nature noreaga, wild gremlins [Big Pun] Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks pour on
to bums Run away from home, running through the streets with a chrome -nigga, fuck that, you see I'm livin on my own -my life is based on the same place
G like damn [Twista] How could I pass on her Like Gucci I say lil mama got an ass on her (damn) Look at the glass on her She gettin' it so I gotta spit it fast on
him!" See girls, they love me Girl that's just, only Tim Yes, it's only Tim Whatchu talkin' 'bout that's only Tim? Yeah whatchu talkin' 'bout that's only Tim
(horns)... (chorus) Timbo- When you hit me on my phone betta know what cha want, when you call me, you already know, on the low, im sayin Hey! i got
you and Missy wrote Missy wrote Missy wrote? Somethin' like Get Ur Freak On 'Cause Kiley needs something to sing on Make me something I can get my groove on Somethin' I can get my groove on
