secure And with adhesive tape over my nose I felt almost demure Goodbye sister disco With your flashing trash lamps Goodbye sister disco And to your clubs and your tramps Goodbye sister disco
secure And with adhesive tape over my nose I felt almost demure Goodbye Sister Disco With your flashing trash lamps Goodbye Sister Disco And to your clubs and your tramps Goodbye Sister Disco
Bản dịch: Who, the. Sister Disco.
and secure And with adhesive tape over my nose I felt almost demure Goodbye Sister Disco With your flashing trash lamps Goodbye Sister Disco And to your clubs and your tramps Goodbye Sister Disco
show, any tour, we house program Donald-D is who I am, damn Attempt to do this, boy, you're takin' a risk 'Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc
needin' a lot more work than you had Twelve years, twelve hundred, twelve inches and sold one Who's gettin' done? Who's swifter? Who's badder? You be
loved his mother like no other. His daughter was his sister and his son was his brother. One thing on which you can depend is, He sure knew who a boy'
wind is in the air And from the depths I point at us all Good morning The clouds of smoke arise Arise arise full of eyes of eyes Your sons are suffocating their sisters
momma shoulda taught you better I'ma sit down and write you a long letter Dear, Yvette Dear, Yvette Dear, Yvette Dear, Yvette I'm glad you ain't my sister
day, not another way Forget the church, the mosque, the temple Come together, make it simple Mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters See your ass out at the disco
in your arms And tell her that you love her. If you're going to love a woman Then be sure you do it right." Now he met her at a disco In a dive in San
fit (nope) I know I'm a bit flaky- but they make me It's they who hate me and say they can takee (c'mon) It's they whose legs I break and make achey It's they who
for the love Of our people the hope that they get along (Yeah, so we did a song) Getting the point to our brothers and sisters Who don't know the time
I could probly sell a blank disc. When my album drop bitches will buy it for the picture And niggas will buy it to and claim they got it for they sister
innocence is somewhere in the garden Some of us are the sisters and the brothers Who prefer the nighttime for our cover A leather jacket and a single golden earring Hang out at discos
