its claw And he'll blame his clock or he'll say he's lost his socks And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a snake His excuses are an art from
Перевод: Beautiful South. Из-под одеяла (обеденный перерыв Show).
Перевод: Beautiful South. Из-под одеяла.
[Verse 1:] I Gotta Say Your A Hell Of A Woman Your Like A New Drop In Summer Pull Me Over The Weather When I'm Under Coz U Know You'd Do That For Me ....
grizzly savage see? From the first day, we laid eyes on each other at the office I knew we was gon' be lovers (I remember) Mark hotel under the covers
me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billy It's Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
the game that was told to me I ain't never touched a gat that i couldn't shoot I learned not to trust the bitches from the prostitutes Was taught lessons
From the mystic dream of a nighttime I saw the clarity of my days From the gates of longing Looked for the familiar glow The death of my wife's slayer
on the edge, na na na na na na Oh, you are my guilty pleasure So intoxicating when you know it isn't right I'll keep it under cover See the pressure
lane, doin' 'bout twenty, holmes Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Baby Bash] I backs out from the G-rage Looking like a mirage Bumpin' that Love To Hate From
feel Ive been danglin from a hang-mans noose Give me something I can use To get me through the night Make me feel all right, Something like you Pull me under
it away This year to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special A face on a lover with a fire in his heart A man under cover but you tore me
to my company Don't argue with a hata about whether I'm dope let em think what they think We gon' snatch the game out from under these lames as soon
It would be tragic if you left me alone But left me no one to blame Well don't it make you wonder what got us here The covers that were under could
ever need yeahhh cuz as long as we're here together we cant stop i be your shelter your cover under the rain drops we can move under the storm until
telling them the story told by flora dreams they never knew Silver willows tears from Persia those who come from a far-off island winter Chanterelle lies under cover
hungover) From Ms. Hangover (from Ms. Hangover) Ms. Hangover (Ms. Hangover) Got me hungover (got me hungover) I'm hungover (I'm hungover) From Ms. Hangover (from
