Letras:
Weekend Players Into The Sun

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burn baby burn If the clubs on fire, let the panic room, burn baby burn [Letha Face] Last call for alcohol, you know thugs don't dance We play the back

bond My game is on lock, till you bawl cop And it's never ever gonna stop [prospect] Yo, yo, I play the game with caution Sun changes, gave power creative

say maybe sun will rocking untill tomorrow I got the right one like ray charles follow swollow punk pass the bottle cause I get wrecked like if I crashed my auto I'll play

his wife all alone. Here's to hoping she won't rush into things. If there's one thing she needs to learn is how to play it safe. Her dad is always there

park and drink them there We'll bust out in the sun with a guitar and play some songs Call up our friends and invite them out to share What might be the last weekend

game change, you don't believe it? Well just keep listening. CHORUS Who?..Still I wonder who Talk you into wasting your time? Mercy grows where the sun

first and rests on holidays He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for a doorway Back into