歌曲 | Around The World |
歌手 | Lola Monroe |
专辑 | Lipstick & Pistols |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[Hook: AnnotateCarmen] | |
I’ve been all around the world and I, I, I, I | |
Never met a guy as quite as special as you are | |
But it feels like I’m dreaming | |
So many options I’ve had | |
But those relationships went all bad | |
I said I won’t look back | |
But I’m waiting, waiting | |
[Verse 1: Carmen] | |
Got me waiting patient, just for your love | |
Got me going crazy, when I’m not in your arms | |
Feel your kiss | |
Feel your touch | |
All the above, make it yours | |
Feel my love | |
Feel my lust | |
Make it yours, make it yours | |
[Hook] | |
[Verse 2: Los] | |
I’m talking black Tom Fords in a ‘74 Challenger | |
This is the allure, but never before caliber, I | |
Said she was Day and she said I was Night | |
So we had a picnic on the Moon | |
And she said I was bright | |
I’m talking out-of-this-world shit | |
How did this girl get out of the projects | |
And making the projects the product of thorough shit? | |
Paris, Sunday | |
London, Monday | |
Walking tall, like Project Runway | |
The more I look in your eyes | |
The less trouble I see | |
When you let me H-town | |
You’re SWV | |
You give me TLC | |
And it got me silly | |
It’s a cold world, and if you left | |
I’d be chilly | |
[Hook] | |
[Verse 3: Lola Monroe] | |
Black Tom Fords | |
[?] zipper | |
Boy got drive, like a four door pick-up | |
Flick up | |
Paparazzi up on our penthouse do’ | |
Never could top, it’s like the penthouse flo’ | |
Been around all around the world and I, I, I | |
Never met a nigga to match my fly | |
But you take the cake with meticulous taste | |
And you make the fake a ridiculous waste | |
‘Cause you the realest shit I ever had | |
And ain’t a iller bitch, who hella bad | |
So I’m your perfect fit, like a cork in a bottle | |
All we go is get it poppin’, Full throttle | |
[Hook] |
Hook: AnnotateCarmen | |
I' ve been all around the world and I, I, I, I | |
Never met a guy as quite as special as you are | |
But it feels like I' m dreaming | |
So many options I' ve had | |
But those relationships went all bad | |
I said I won' t look back | |
But I' m waiting, waiting | |
Verse 1: Carmen | |
Got me waiting patient, just for your love | |
Got me going crazy, when I' m not in your arms | |
Feel your kiss | |
Feel your touch | |
All the above, make it yours | |
Feel my love | |
Feel my lust | |
Make it yours, make it yours | |
Hook | |
Verse 2: Los | |
I' m talking black Tom Fords in a ' 74 Challenger | |
This is the allure, but never before caliber, I | |
Said she was Day and she said I was Night | |
So we had a picnic on the Moon | |
And she said I was bright | |
I' m talking outofthisworld shit | |
How did this girl get out of the projects | |
And making the projects the product of thorough shit? | |
Paris, Sunday | |
London, Monday | |
Walking tall, like Project Runway | |
The more I look in your eyes | |
The less trouble I see | |
When you let me Htown | |
You' re SWV | |
You give me TLC | |
And it got me silly | |
It' s a cold world, and if you left | |
I' d be chilly | |
Hook | |
Verse 3: Lola Monroe | |
Black Tom Fords | |
? zipper | |
Boy got drive, like a four door pickup | |
Flick up | |
Paparazzi up on our penthouse do' | |
Never could top, it' s like the penthouse flo' | |
Been around all around the world and I, I, I | |
Never met a nigga to match my fly | |
But you take the cake with meticulous taste | |
And you make the fake a ridiculous waste | |
' Cause you the realest shit I ever had | |
And ain' t a iller bitch, who hella bad | |
So I' m your perfect fit, like a cork in a bottle | |
All we go is get it poppin', Full throttle | |
Hook |
Hook: AnnotateCarmen | |
I' ve been all around the world and I, I, I, I | |
Never met a guy as quite as special as you are | |
But it feels like I' m dreaming | |
So many options I' ve had | |
But those relationships went all bad | |
I said I won' t look back | |
But I' m waiting, waiting | |
Verse 1: Carmen | |
Got me waiting patient, just for your love | |
Got me going crazy, when I' m not in your arms | |
Feel your kiss | |
Feel your touch | |
All the above, make it yours | |
Feel my love | |
Feel my lust | |
Make it yours, make it yours | |
Hook | |
Verse 2: Los | |
I' m talking black Tom Fords in a ' 74 Challenger | |
This is the allure, but never before caliber, I | |
Said she was Day and she said I was Night | |
So we had a picnic on the Moon | |
And she said I was bright | |
I' m talking outofthisworld shit | |
How did this girl get out of the projects | |
And making the projects the product of thorough shit? | |
Paris, Sunday | |
London, Monday | |
Walking tall, like Project Runway | |
The more I look in your eyes | |
The less trouble I see | |
When you let me Htown | |
You' re SWV | |
You give me TLC | |
And it got me silly | |
It' s a cold world, and if you left | |
I' d be chilly | |
Hook | |
Verse 3: Lola Monroe | |
Black Tom Fords | |
? zipper | |
Boy got drive, like a four door pickup | |
Flick up | |
Paparazzi up on our penthouse do' | |
Never could top, it' s like the penthouse flo' | |
Been around all around the world and I, I, I | |
Never met a nigga to match my fly | |
But you take the cake with meticulous taste | |
And you make the fake a ridiculous waste | |
' Cause you the realest shit I ever had | |
And ain' t a iller bitch, who hella bad | |
So I' m your perfect fit, like a cork in a bottle | |
All we go is get it poppin', Full throttle | |
Hook |