Yesterday feat. Weymouth Street 歌词
| 歌曲 | Yesterday feat. Weymouth Street |
| 歌手 | Mitchell Bailey |
| 歌手 | Weymouth Street |
| 专辑 | Yesterday |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mitchell Bailey | |
| 作曲 : Mitchell Bailey/Seán Lewis | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Raised by degenerates stuck in their adolescence and, turned the adolescents into a bunch of degenerates, evident of a petty dream | |
| Remember that, | |
| Time, with your first green, | |
| Thirteen, | |
| Ash'd on the burnt jeans | |
| We the shit, not what the birds see, | |
| Still flirting, with the girls at the park, | |
| After dark, off the piss, got a jar, no mix, of the shark, all liq, sip, fall, on the, rock, hard, solid, bottle, drop, falling, alcoholic, problem, spliffs, bics, tic Tac is, what's half in the bag with, moms liquor cabinet, | |
| Trust me, under 21, bruh, youth moore savage, | |
| More than the average, | |
| More green than a field filled with cabbage, | |
| More lean then the bernie, with no back in | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Feels like yesterday, | |
| We were just kids | |
| Banging, banging | |
| On the neighbours door | |
| You don't come around no more | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Can't **** with you dudes, who want to consume booze, blow loot, on blow, shoes, and whatever else y'all do | |
| We don't mix, no shoots, | |
| Question myself | |
| How this tempting as hell, but it's destined to fail | |
| So I built a wall like trump keeping Mexicans out | |
| Next time you send me a shout, & get no text from my cell, | |
| Realize it's twenty seventeen, I cut the rest, acting seventeen, out | |
| Boy I'm near sure, like a beach house | |
| It's like missing threes, how she get the rebound | |
| Spin 'round the D, curved, word? She out | |
| Swimming in the deep while, | |
| She drunk, she wild, | |
| Shitty to be around | |
| Been day one, since the playground, when I visit | |
| I ain't trying to stay a while | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Feels like yesterday, | |
| We were just kids | |
| Banging, banging | |
| On the neighbours door | |
| You don't come around no more | |
| [Guitar Solo] | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Feels like yesterday, | |
| We were just kids | |
| Banging, banging | |
| On the neighbours door | |
| You don't come around no more (x3) |
| zuo ci : Mitchell Bailey | |
| zuo qu : Mitchell Bailey Sea n Lewis | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Raised by degenerates stuck in their adolescence and, turned the adolescents into a bunch of degenerates, evident of a petty dream | |
| Remember that, | |
| Time, with your first green, | |
| Thirteen, | |
| Ash' d on the burnt jeans | |
| We the shit, not what the birds see, | |
| Still flirting, with the girls at the park, | |
| After dark, off the piss, got a jar, no mix, of the shark, all liq, sip, fall, on the, rock, hard, solid, bottle, drop, falling, alcoholic, problem, spliffs, bics, tic Tac is, what' s half in the bag with, moms liquor cabinet, | |
| Trust me, under 21, bruh, youth moore savage, | |
| More than the average, | |
| More green than a field filled with cabbage, | |
| More lean then the bernie, with no back in | |
| Chorus | |
| Feels like yesterday, | |
| We were just kids | |
| Banging, banging | |
| On the neighbours door | |
| You don' t come around no more | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Can' t with you dudes, who want to consume booze, blow loot, on blow, shoes, and whatever else y' all do | |
| We don' t mix, no shoots, | |
| Question myself | |
| How this tempting as hell, but it' s destined to fail | |
| So I built a wall like trump keeping Mexicans out | |
| Next time you send me a shout, get no text from my cell, | |
| Realize it' s twenty seventeen, I cut the rest, acting seventeen, out | |
| Boy I' m near sure, like a beach house | |
| It' s like missing threes, how she get the rebound | |
| Spin ' round the D, curved, word? She out | |
| Swimming in the deep while, | |
| She drunk, she wild, | |
| Shitty to be around | |
| Been day one, since the playground, when I visit | |
| I ain' t trying to stay a while | |
| Chorus | |
| Feels like yesterday, | |
| We were just kids | |
| Banging, banging | |
| On the neighbours door | |
| You don' t come around no more | |
| Guitar Solo | |
| Chorus | |
| Feels like yesterday, | |
| We were just kids | |
| Banging, banging | |
| On the neighbours door | |
| You don' t come around no more x3 |
| zuò cí : Mitchell Bailey | |
| zuò qǔ : Mitchell Bailey Seá n Lewis | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Raised by degenerates stuck in their adolescence and, turned the adolescents into a bunch of degenerates, evident of a petty dream | |
| Remember that, | |
| Time, with your first green, | |
| Thirteen, | |
| Ash' d on the burnt jeans | |
| We the shit, not what the birds see, | |
| Still flirting, with the girls at the park, | |
| After dark, off the piss, got a jar, no mix, of the shark, all liq, sip, fall, on the, rock, hard, solid, bottle, drop, falling, alcoholic, problem, spliffs, bics, tic Tac is, what' s half in the bag with, moms liquor cabinet, | |
| Trust me, under 21, bruh, youth moore savage, | |
| More than the average, | |
| More green than a field filled with cabbage, | |
| More lean then the bernie, with no back in | |
| Chorus | |
| Feels like yesterday, | |
| We were just kids | |
| Banging, banging | |
| On the neighbours door | |
| You don' t come around no more | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Can' t with you dudes, who want to consume booze, blow loot, on blow, shoes, and whatever else y' all do | |
| We don' t mix, no shoots, | |
| Question myself | |
| How this tempting as hell, but it' s destined to fail | |
| So I built a wall like trump keeping Mexicans out | |
| Next time you send me a shout, get no text from my cell, | |
| Realize it' s twenty seventeen, I cut the rest, acting seventeen, out | |
| Boy I' m near sure, like a beach house | |
| It' s like missing threes, how she get the rebound | |
| Spin ' round the D, curved, word? She out | |
| Swimming in the deep while, | |
| She drunk, she wild, | |
| Shitty to be around | |
| Been day one, since the playground, when I visit | |
| I ain' t trying to stay a while | |
| Chorus | |
| Feels like yesterday, | |
| We were just kids | |
| Banging, banging | |
| On the neighbours door | |
| You don' t come around no more | |
| Guitar Solo | |
| Chorus | |
| Feels like yesterday, | |
| We were just kids | |
| Banging, banging | |
| On the neighbours door | |
| You don' t come around no more x3 |
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