100 lyrics for "Da-da-da-da-da-da-da"
Golden days Golden corn waving in the sun Golden days (golden days) Golden days anywhere we'll run Well I won't forget the sun Golden dreams shattered on the ground Oh, I miss you Oh, you'll never know In the sunshine of this year
PlayAnd I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy
PlayHope you fuckin' wit' me, girl I fuck with you With me in one of these cities, but do what you wanna do But be what you wanna be, you make my summer breeze This love right right here stings, she yellow like Bumble Bee Be what you wanna be This love right
PlayThe thrill is gone The thrill is gone away The thrill is gone baby I'm free from your spell You know you done me wrong baby And you'll be sorry someday It's gone away from me The thrill is gone away from me Although I'll still live on
PlayJust my imagination Not my imagination Living not for reality There was a game we used to play We would hit the town on Friday night Stay in bed until Sunday
PlayTão furioso Derrubando homens entre outros animais Devastando a sede desses matagais Quanto tempo temos antes De voltarem aquelas ondas Que vieram como gotas em silêncio Devorando árvores, pensamentos Seguindo a linha Do que foi escrito pelo mesmo lábio
PlayDid I say that out loud? I'm so crazy about mine Shorty like a thousand dollar plate, fine china Tell her that she beautiful every day, I remind her Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I'm a diver And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina I get lost
PlayShoot 'em down (bow) with a .50 round (you dig? A .50 round, hoo, ayy) Run the town (what?) ballin' hard, you outta bounds (you dig? Swish, ayy) So much money, damn it, I forgot to count (cash, cash, cash, you dig? Hoo) Ayy, look at my bank account (you
PlayEs difícil, Adicto por la ciudad, Adicto por ti Quererte y no estar aquí Muy difícil, oh, Muy difícil, Adicto por la ciudad si,
PlayAlright alright, all day all night I'm just tryna move up front They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news Let me slip through (let me slip through) Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't) Lil more of this, lil less of
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