you You're boring You're boring Another word about your friends and you I was only kidding Get back into bed Before it all ends bad again You're boring
翻訳: ドライブで. ボーリング.
me You got nothin' on me You got nothin' on me You got nothin' on me Summer came, you took me by surprise The California sunshine in my eyes Driving
war Your part of town against mine I saw you standing on the opposite shore But by the time the first bombs fell We were already bored We were already, already bored
My life gets kinda boring Need something that I can confess 'Til all my sleeves are stained red From all the truth that I've said Come by it honestly
Listen to me, I see your career going sky high Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by Watching
, come here, come here) Move out to California Do what I want 'cause I can If I don't because I wanna Be ignored by the stiff and the bored Because I
the driveway Then we drive to the drive-thru Heading off to the drive-thru We're approaching the drive-thru Getting close to the drive-thru Almost there at the drive
't like to move fur Got a solid lil' frame With a nice set of curves And she sleep in a box What I love about her Love to hang by herself Love to stand
paper every, every morning, again 'n' again, I think it would be just boring. About the weather cares he never ever damn. Like a sunny weather coming by
CHORUS 1 met a girl by the name of miss fortune, her daddy was a very rich man told me "son proceed with caution, if you wanna take my little girls hand
time by myself And attempt to make this failing heart continue to beat So open your mouth and the smoke pours in It tastes so lonely we are so bored
you describe someone, with a decapitated head when the rest of his body's still alive RUNNIN? [Royce] Comin with five gunmen, waitin to do a drive-by
They kicked you on the ground when you most need help Until you dried up and they sit you on the shelf And then you start to cry because you all by yourself
a microphone'll give you three of everything I wear, yeah Models by the pier, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
thought's CD The chairman of the board coppin' twice weekly They done caught the minister with a pork BLT If my shit ain't hot, it probly try to drive
killa Cam , the world is mine Yo, aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit My bitches pure thick Play razor tag slice ya face bury It's I who come by drive
