Paul coates / bernie hanighen If you were mine I could be a ruler of kings And if you were mine I could do such wonderful things I'd say to a star Stop
翻訳: 休日、ビリー. 月は緑に点灯したら.
翻訳: ホワイトマン、ポール. 月は緑に点灯したら.
grass turns blue And the sky, bright green 'Cause I, I don't want anything Less than everything here with you Look at me, I'm dreaming I just gave the moon
what what what [Natasha:] Drop me in the middle so I can make a ripple effect Upon the ocean I'll be the moon that turns the tide Drop me in the middle
look at me your girl don't lie i can get you dumped we can make it hot cus the sun is my zone i can get you home if u promise me the moon take me
I'll plant these seeds and make my home I spent a day dreaming of dying in Mesa, Arizona Where all the green of life had turned to ash And I felt I was
-4. We don did it again. Ya know, these niggas out here out makin love, haha. Check it out. Get off ya nigga, go get ya money. If you stand in line long
em' stuck and fucked from the gate Set it straight, regulate Wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!) Hesitate, aww, now you know what Ya'll niggaz were here to go If
moon I was dippin' so hard that I broke the spoon I like to float about five feet off the floor Offa brown rum, green bud and off tour Off the head
screen 40 bottles e'rywhere Killer rolling the light green Light the blunt up So we can lace the cut up And dub my shit to cassette Even if I fuck up
success By the kind of an automobile he can afford to buy Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop Get out
and green rotted demons And they feed thier seeds collard greens filled with feces and cheese pieces of human cerebrum this evening (stay away) Cause everything I touch turns to mold (If
mommy, do my homework, feed my babies, fight my crazies my cat came back life, turned into a skunk kissed my dog and he got drunk when i tried to pet her she turned
easy ? just to mash a kraut? mine's the cheesiest And I'm sworn to keep their eyes on more than cbs I make the funk doobie turn to a process I mob just
sign Your eleven sheaves of corn All turned and bowed to mine My sheaf was quit a sight to see A golden sheaf and tall Yours were green and second-rate
that moves real slow and turn it on its head And I could be your Pharaoh's tomb, anything you wanna do Lover anything you wanna do If you want to be
that flowed from the palms of his hands On the plow till earth till I'm now Moon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun Full moon of occasions wave
