Eyes Have Miles - album version 歌词
| 歌曲 | Eyes Have Miles - album version |
| 歌手 | G. Love & Special Sauce |
| 专辑 | G. Love And Special Sauce |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : G. Love | |
| Special sauce with the special skills | |
| The special find for the special fill | |
| A littel bit on top of but laid back cool | |
| Wind the thread from the tale spun | |
| Back on the spool | |
| Not too blue but azul | |
| Stomping my foot with my sneak | |
| Kicking it for the back beat | |
| Fly girl undressed in the backseat | |
| I might look a sneak | |
| I won't steal a peak | |
| Caught a glance from some good sounds | |
| Don't eat from the | |
| Ground Round | |
| Time to get up in a get up | |
| Shake your butt back down | |
| Got more vapors in action | |
| Like Halls | |
| Mentholyptus | |
| Misted as | |
| I kiced this hold on and | |
| I'll twist it | |
| Young mother young mother | |
| Should've stayed home | |
| Poor child coming gonna be a rolling stone | |
| Wild wild the obvious child | |
| Wild tone wild eyes have miles | |
| No brown bag today see | |
| I'm ice dogging it | |
| Catch the | |
| Cool-Aid kid | |
| I'm all hogging it | |
| Earl's got the 64 wet cause he sloshed it | |
| Christmas time comes | |
| I'm egg nogging it | |
| Look the crook snook a hand in your pocket | |
| Took your keys then he took your wallet | |
| But you in your eyes then your head he clocked it | |
| All you could say was stop it | |
| **** you and die | |
| Get away from my piece of the pie | |
| I'm past all that | |
| My eyes have miles | |
| Not necessarily clever | |
| I bring from the soul hold my vocal | |
| Handle for a hold as | |
| I walk direct | |
| I roll for the old | |
| Never be sold out | |
| Cause the sell won't gel | |
| I told you my clams inthe shells | |
| Already I don't sweating | |
| Just chill cuddy | |
| Celebrating | |
| It's those doggone kids ever since | |
| They was born the shining | |
| No musically reweriting the phrase | |
| Relighting the page as the joker pays | |
| For the dare on the outside | |
| Just chops | |
| I ain't impressed | |
| The licks are removed | |
| I just can't digest | |
| It's too artificial man | |
| I can't dig it | |
| I don't want affects | |
| So I say so on and | |
| Imma go on | |
| To the real next all wood tones | |
| Earth home microphones | |
| I'm a rolling stone | |
| I tumble with direction a reflection | |
| From the street | |
| My drink won't dry cause | |
| I'm ICool like the sky | |
| My eyes have miles |
| zuo ci : G. Love | |
| Special sauce with the special skills | |
| The special find for the special fill | |
| A littel bit on top of but laid back cool | |
| Wind the thread from the tale spun | |
| Back on the spool | |
| Not too blue but azul | |
| Stomping my foot with my sneak | |
| Kicking it for the back beat | |
| Fly girl undressed in the backseat | |
| I might look a sneak | |
| I won' t steal a peak | |
| Caught a glance from some good sounds | |
| Don' t eat from the | |
| Ground Round | |
| Time to get up in a get up | |
| Shake your butt back down | |
| Got more vapors in action | |
| Like Halls | |
| Mentholyptus | |
| Misted as | |
| I kiced this hold on and | |
| I' ll twist it | |
| Young mother young mother | |
| Should' ve stayed home | |
| Poor child coming gonna be a rolling stone | |
| Wild wild the obvious child | |
| Wild tone wild eyes have miles | |
| No brown bag today see | |
| I' m ice dogging it | |
| Catch the | |
| CoolAid kid | |
| I' m all hogging it | |
| Earl' s got the 64 wet cause he sloshed it | |
| Christmas time comes | |
| I' m egg nogging it | |
| Look the crook snook a hand in your pocket | |
| Took your keys then he took your wallet | |
| But you in your eyes then your head he clocked it | |
| All you could say was stop it | |
| you and die | |
| Get away from my piece of the pie | |
| I' m past all that | |
| My eyes have miles | |
| Not necessarily clever | |
| I bring from the soul hold my vocal | |
| Handle for a hold as | |
| I walk direct | |
| I roll for the old | |
| Never be sold out | |
| Cause the sell won' t gel | |
| I told you my clams inthe shells | |
| Already I don' t sweating | |
| Just chill cuddy | |
| Celebrating | |
| It' s those doggone kids ever since | |
| They was born the shining | |
| No musically reweriting the phrase | |
| Relighting the page as the joker pays | |
| For the dare on the outside | |
| Just chops | |
| I ain' t impressed | |
| The licks are removed | |
| I just can' t digest | |
| It' s too artificial man | |
| I can' t dig it | |
| I don' t want affects | |
| So I say so on and | |
| Imma go on | |
| To the real next all wood tones | |
| Earth home microphones | |
| I' m a rolling stone | |
| I tumble with direction a reflection | |
| From the street | |
| My drink won' t dry cause | |
| I' m ICool like the sky | |
| My eyes have miles |
| zuò cí : G. Love | |
| Special sauce with the special skills | |
| The special find for the special fill | |
| A littel bit on top of but laid back cool | |
| Wind the thread from the tale spun | |
| Back on the spool | |
| Not too blue but azul | |
| Stomping my foot with my sneak | |
| Kicking it for the back beat | |
| Fly girl undressed in the backseat | |
| I might look a sneak | |
| I won' t steal a peak | |
| Caught a glance from some good sounds | |
| Don' t eat from the | |
| Ground Round | |
| Time to get up in a get up | |
| Shake your butt back down | |
| Got more vapors in action | |
| Like Halls | |
| Mentholyptus | |
| Misted as | |
| I kiced this hold on and | |
| I' ll twist it | |
| Young mother young mother | |
| Should' ve stayed home | |
| Poor child coming gonna be a rolling stone | |
| Wild wild the obvious child | |
| Wild tone wild eyes have miles | |
| No brown bag today see | |
| I' m ice dogging it | |
| Catch the | |
| CoolAid kid | |
| I' m all hogging it | |
| Earl' s got the 64 wet cause he sloshed it | |
| Christmas time comes | |
| I' m egg nogging it | |
| Look the crook snook a hand in your pocket | |
| Took your keys then he took your wallet | |
| But you in your eyes then your head he clocked it | |
| All you could say was stop it | |
| you and die | |
| Get away from my piece of the pie | |
| I' m past all that | |
| My eyes have miles | |
| Not necessarily clever | |
| I bring from the soul hold my vocal | |
| Handle for a hold as | |
| I walk direct | |
| I roll for the old | |
| Never be sold out | |
| Cause the sell won' t gel | |
| I told you my clams inthe shells | |
| Already I don' t sweating | |
| Just chill cuddy | |
| Celebrating | |
| It' s those doggone kids ever since | |
| They was born the shining | |
| No musically reweriting the phrase | |
| Relighting the page as the joker pays | |
| For the dare on the outside | |
| Just chops | |
| I ain' t impressed | |
| The licks are removed | |
| I just can' t digest | |
| It' s too artificial man | |
| I can' t dig it | |
| I don' t want affects | |
| So I say so on and | |
| Imma go on | |
| To the real next all wood tones | |
| Earth home microphones | |
| I' m a rolling stone | |
| I tumble with direction a reflection | |
| From the street | |
| My drink won' t dry cause | |
| I' m ICool like the sky | |
| My eyes have miles |
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