times Boy, you were only giving in The summer is over and I doubt I doubt I'll be seeing you around I'll be seeing you around The summer is over and
were only giving in The summer is over And I doubt, I doubt I'll be seeing you around. I'll be seeing you around. The summer is over And I doubt, I
Vertaling: Taking Back Sunday. Zomer, Man.
you were only giving in The summer is over And I doubt, I doubt I'll be seeing you around. I'll be seeing you around. The summer is over And I doubt,
ain't talkin' back to that nigga One thing I will promise you That's it man This is crack bitch It's gonna be a real ugly summer man
man I respond one time, one time only It ain't gon' be no more songs from me, man And this for all the muh'fuckers Who doubted Crack man Trust me, nigga
pros can "Yo, is this your man?" "No" Grab the bitch's hand "I'm Hittman", bling, gold chain gleam "You're very eligible for my summer league team"
[Verse 1] Sunday morning I awake with head aching from the night before Me and my niggas at the bowling alley tripping 'cause we all tore I reminisce
that Waycross, country boy Staring at those four gray walls In silence he would listen To the midnight freight He knew would take him back to Mabel Joy Sunday
, Lord, I'd listen That same old freight to take me back to Maybel Joy Cold nights had no pity on this Waycross, Georgia farm boy Springtime turned to summer
Old Clarence was a corn fed Sunday school teacher At the Cheephill Church of Christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging Hymn singing, back breaker
Old Clarence was a cornfed sunday school teacher at the cheephill church of christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging, hymm singing, back breaker
Tee's, holla! (FlipBoy) Aiyyo, i'm from Montreal man, representin' MTL to the fullest! You can back the fuck up or you can shut the fuck up! Holla Back
give before you take Always look ?em right in the eye These are words to live by Jim proposed to Sue she said I do they eloped into a summer?s night
if you gotta travel uptown He's a greater conductor than Leonard Bernstein 'Twas on a Sunday in the summer and from everywhere People planned to take
