翻訳: ビートルズ. ファイナルファンタジーのテーマ.
翻訳: Lara Fabianを. 内ドリーム(ファイナルファンタジー愛のテーマ).
翻訳: ウォン、フェイ. ファイナルファンタジーVIIIにオンミーアイズテーマ.
But now you know that I am cold Take me out now, I've dropped the mast down And now I am found Take me out now, I've dropped the mast down Duck down
, and diamond lines I start my weekend up on Monday I rip a show in town on Tuesday I feel a twitch without my melodies I got no switch to stop my fantasies
room, so starstruck Cherry cherry cherry cherry, boom boom Rollin' up to the club on the weekend Stylin' out to the beat that you're freakin' Fantasize
me with a sickness Pull your little arrows out, let me live my life The one I better lead, all the blinds are fantasies And we looked at them eleven
she workin' that body, body You gotta pause Wanna ride them curves 'Cause she can handle it Push it from zero to sixty Wanna ride them curves That
surrounded by woods now It's supposed to be good now It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down Fire below me, now the fantasies I have for
Close your eyes Relax your mind Fantasizing Come with me If you want to go far, far Let me take you to the stars, the stars (I'm gon? take you there)
the world though, you got my back) Sure enough, even though them chicks be hating on us Still I'm gonna keep her by my side In whatever situation we gon' ride Make all my fantasies
you do, See in you in the song, I ain't trying kill the groove, Know you turning down all them other dudes, But I, Ain't nothing like them, no Can't
love. Aha, Aha, Aha. So go 'head, punish me, If that's your fantasy, Don't need to say it Baby, I know you mean it. Only just like that, And make them
gifts God gives us Have no one to love them It's the kind of thought that kills You twice on the way down You might forget them but you're not nice
write rhymes somethin' like them My boys said, ?That ain't you Ice? That shit sounds like them so I sat back thought up a new track Didn't fantasize
me they come to see My pleasure brings them to their knees Fasten up, can you imagine what would happen If I let you close enough to touch? Step into the fantasy
these bird ass niggas you used to dealing with Your last minute have a clue with how to handle you So we tryna fight with the beverages Never who and we'll never make them
a big black hole In they jump all the sheep Much too old but I count them still But I cannot fall asleep Past my navel in the bush Waiting there white fantasies