Summer soft Wakes you up with a kiss to start the morning off In the midst of herself playin' Santa Claus She brings gifts through her breeze Morning
翻訳: ダイヤモンド. ソフトサマーブリーズ.
翻訳: ワンダー、スティービー. サマーソフト.
Summer soft... Wakes you up with a kiss to start the morning off In the midst of herself playing Santa Claus She brings gifts through her breeze
: Summer soft... Wakes you up with a kiss to start the morning off In the midst of herself playing Santa Claus She brings gifts through her breeze
P, living comfortably Come with me, round and some would see why they fuck with me Bentley's pulling up in three, multi-coloured fleet Y'all sour me, my summers
' the best, I ain't got to brag The young fly nigga with tha Georgia swag, yeah The seats swede so is the pipe And try tell Minisota, show us tha Vikings Inside so soft
What a hella sight Harley Davis is a nigga bike Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred Models every night (yeah) Put the suede with the plush leather Leather so soft
bitch the leather stay soft The head line stitched Blowin' out the bound another show some mo money Flip another hundred see we do this every summer
Sparkling trees of silver foam Cast shadows soft in winter home Swaying branches breaking sound Lonely forests trembling ground Masquerading leaves of
I do think very well That the son might take you silently They move fast, they tell me There's someone, rainbow, alternate tune In the days of summer
tunes of a different age As the links span our endless caresses For the freedom of life everlasting Talk to the sunlight caller Soft summer mover distance
only tunes of a different age, as the links span Our endless caresses for the freedom of life everlasting. Talk to the sunlight caller Soft summer
gather me up like a handful of flowers wipe my tears like the morning dew warm up my soul like a soft cotton sweater and gather my heart all up in you
lose you Lose you as I lose my light Days falling backward into velvet night The open palm of desire Wants everything, it wants everything It wants soil as soft as summer
dealing my last hand of poker. My cards were useless as smoke. Oh, guardian angel. Don't taunt me like this, on a clear summer evening as soft as a
