you were only giving in The summer is over And I doubt, I doubt I'll be seeing you around. I'll be seeing you around. The summer is over And I doubt,
times Boy, you were only giving in The summer is over and I doubt I doubt I'll be seeing you around I'll be seeing you around The summer is over and
were only giving in The summer is over And I doubt, I doubt I'll be seeing you around. I'll be seeing you around. The summer is over And I doubt, I
Tradução: Taking Back Sunday. Verano, el hombre.
"Yo, is this your man?" "No." Grab the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman." Bling! Gold chain gleam "You're very eligible for my summer league team." Maybe
that Waycross, Georgia boy Staring at those four grey walls, in silence he would listen To the midnight freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy Sunday
one to take her To the sea Marcie dresses warm its snowing Takes a yellow cab uptown Red is stop and green's for going Sees a show and rides back down
tonight, don't forget the chapstick Lips dry quick, when the jack out Make you wanna act out, take the slack out Some people black out, hibernatin 'til we came back
ain't talkin' back to that nigga One thing I will promise you That's it man This is crack bitch It's gonna be a real ugly summer man
man I respond one time, one time only It ain't gon' be no more songs from me, man And this for all the muh'fuckers Who doubted Crack man Trust me, nigga
pros can "Yo, is this your man?" "No" Grab the bitch's hand "I'm Hittman", bling, gold chain gleam "You're very eligible for my summer league team"
[Verse 1] Sunday morning I awake with head aching from the night before Me and my niggas at the bowling alley tripping 'cause we all tore I reminisce
that Waycross, country boy Staring at those four gray walls In silence he would listen To the midnight freight He knew would take him back to Mabel Joy Sunday
, Lord, I'd listen That same old freight to take me back to Maybel Joy Cold nights had no pity on this Waycross, Georgia farm boy Springtime turned to summer
Old Clarence was a corn fed Sunday school teacher At the Cheephill Church of Christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging Hymn singing, back breaker
Old Clarence was a cornfed sunday school teacher at the cheephill church of christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging, hymm singing, back breaker
