should stop and ask me Be my head, and I'll be yours [2x] Won't you be my head, and I'll be yours Be my head and I'll be yours [3x]
be yours Be my head and I'll be yours Won't you? Be my head and I'll be yours Be my head and I'll be yours Be my head and I'll be yours Be my head
You should stop and ask me Be my head, and I'll be yours [2x] Won't you be my head, and I'll be yours Be my head and I'll be yours [3x]
Tradução: The Flaming Lips. Be My Head.
: When will you shut your mouth Stop all the vibrate Birds flying out of a mountain Somewhere the snow cools my fever I just have stumps left for fingers
to die living in a high rise grave My baby come home (same black day, high rise grave) No I'm not complaining, Yes it could be worse Ferment on the wish bone, Match the lips
and wondering as you were swaying... What kind of woman you'd be, "What will be will be"- over my dead body. Ah hoo.. Ah hoo... Slip through your hand again and again. My old flame
Word how she be swingin? [2] Oh yeah she's swingin like that y'know it's on! [1] Oh WORD? [2] I called a couple other heads and shit y'know [1] Aight,
leakin' out my pockets, complex, unidentified flyin' objects Comin' at you with 3D, scratch it with CD's That take a sharp head bangers, state of the
my life Pursuing all my happiness I want a fearless love I won't settle for anything less I've walked my path, had worlds collide I lost my way and I fooled my
the sun and felt it caressing my face As I fell asleep and dreamed I dreamed, I was in a Hollywood movie And that I was the star of the movie, this really blew my
of my head Am I alive? or am I dead? Can't remember what they said God damn, shit the bed [High] ... Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position
blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen? You'll catch a hell of a back draft 'Cause my fire retirin', aight then It's my, survival instinct that keeps my head
flame from his lips I represent, the cream of the earth, bless his birth My order in the elements in the universe My mental enter your physical frame
Before the war happened, we connect to your glass spines And as we bash heads, clash nines, who said you could use my lines? Who said you could rock my
the bomb, must be a dyke Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz
think it feel to be a Simmons? Imagine Christmas and Thanksgivin' People wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label If I did this whole rap game be
