Lyrics:
I'm having fun with this shit, I ain't hitting no breakers
Cause You know that I do it for fun They say I ain't livin' this shit
That I cap in my
walk into the sun! Ha hah
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun..
Sittin on a stoop, while the Johnny-pump shoots
When the Lights Go Down
Music and Lyrics By: Justin Busch (JustinRBusch@yahoo.com)
V1:
You and me
Against the wind out there on Irving street
Come home every evening when the sun's goin' down
Got to try and rest my weary head
Wake up in the morning when the sun's comin' up
I still remember
Sittin' here on this old front porch
Watchin' the sunset, feelin' warm
With you by my side, time stands still
It's in these quiet moments, where I
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through
Is hanging by the horns
I wanna fly to a new sky
I want a chance with a new life
I hear the echoes
Of the streets of Berlin
We both got lost in
Danced
the sun goes down at night
Ice cream sun screen with the music up
Riding deep in a van we don't give a fuck
Call me text me you can hit me up
But if you do
Can you feel the raindrops in the desert?
Have you seen the sun rays in the dark?
Do you feel my love when I'm not present?
Standing by your side
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
Okay, it's quiet now
And we drove all through the neighborhood
Just sittin' in a car all day
Tryna find a radio
And we wrapped both hands in
and rollin' in a rocking chair made of wood
Lookin' at the water tower road with the hill right by the sun come
Dually kickin' up dust on a one lane road
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
brothers
Pain that just been sittin' in my body, it pushed me ten times harder
Thought of them by my side, start to deceive my eyes
I'm tired of all
a Sun-day paper
so I can read the rest
I can dig it
You can dig it
Put a nigga in the grave
If you hate up in a trick a loop a lover nigga made
If you
I could be in the carpool lane (carpool lane)
Feet up on the dash, sittin' next to me (me)
But you're not here, no one to hold me (hold me)
It
on the sun
I'm the reason why it ain't always sunny
This my life, I do what I want
They tryna go big but get pressed by a button
(dig)
Wake up and turn
my number
Tryn see a new world for my son
In the end we all dying for nun
Shootin' for the stars and for Mezan kill anything under the sun
Studio with
I want to go out and get some sun
I'm wasting away, work is never done
There's girls in bikinis at the pool
But my face is on my desk in a puddle
a five minute chat in a bar
Sunsets drivin in your car
A bottle of wine just sittin on the beach
Summer Days sittin in the sun
That one kiss man I was done
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