truth As all of this is built on lies and lies etc. Hey, hey, hey now you've found me Everything's so clear With your arms around and your song in my
Go looking for truth As all of this is built on lies and lies Hey, now you've found me Everything's so clear With your arms around and your song in
Traduction: James. Chansons d'été.
While cruisin' with the top down, crank it up real loud A groovy little summer song (Yeah) My groovy little summer song (mmm) (feels like summer
Traduction: Otto, James. Song Groovy Little Summer.
can sing along While cruisin' with the top down Crank it up real loud Groovy little summer song Yeah my groovy little summer song Feels like summer time
!) Disciple (STREET?S !) Disciple (STREET?S !) Disciple (STREET?S !) Disciple (STREET?S !) Disciple (STREET?S !) Disciple (Esco !) Nas : Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James
It was summer love, She was like a drug, Bit me like a club, Everything was alright, I was James Dean, She was Billie Jean, California Queen, Everything
long The same old record played I've been trying to move along, but I keep on singing the same old song The end of the summer days, end of the summer
me sing this song. My heart jumps rope for you. x4 Chuck Inglish We spin blunts like we slow dancin' with them, throw a slow jam up cause' sweet james
before the storm Lincoln Park, the Audubon Slang rock on the same block that the water on I be more than gone, run and get your order form Next time I record a song
friend when you're lonely You are my summer state of mind Chorus: Does it sing to you nightly? Does it lay down beside you? Does it make you hear songs
thousand more to go There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway A song that they sing when they take to the sea A song that they sing
But then started flippin', forced in the phat whip and People started talkin', po-po started sniffin', plus He never hit James Dean with the cream So James
the summer leaves Your love and mine Life is a bird in the sky Life is the breeze blowing by Time picked the words Time picked the songs But we sang
(Streets) Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Esco) Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James
Now if all my golden moments Could be rolled into one They would shine just like the sun For a summer day And after it was over We could have it back
