Song | Hollywood Ya |
Artist | Enuff Z'nuff |
Album | Strength |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Vie, Z'Nuff | |
Today I gonna send the papers | |
Tomorrow gonna blow it off | |
Then I'm gonna show the neighbors | |
I've finally had enough | |
Of livin' on paper money | |
When the paper ain't thick enough | |
To pay the price of lovin' something | |
I just don't seem to love | |
Holly wood ya be my merry-go-round? | |
In this hard stone cold world | |
That's got my feet on the ground | |
And all the season | |
Taste bad in my mouth | |
And it's got me down | |
Holly wood ya | |
I haven't got time for wondering | |
Ain't making no time for hope | |
I've gotta be doin' something | |
Instead of getting hooked on dope | |
Got me over the barrel | |
But I feel like standing up | |
Life ain't always fair now baby | |
Controlling your own luck | |
Holly wood ya be my merry-go-round? | |
In this hard stone cold world | |
That's got my feet on the ground | |
And all the season | |
Taste bad in my mouth | |
And it's got me down | |
Holly wood ya | |
Hollywood ya try to keep my head on right? | |
Hollywood ya fill my hungry appetite? | |
Oh Holly could I find the fruit | |
And take a bite? | |
You've got to stand here in my corner | |
As I win this fight |
zuo ci : Vie, Z' Nuff | |
Today I gonna send the papers | |
Tomorrow gonna blow it off | |
Then I' m gonna show the neighbors | |
I' ve finally had enough | |
Of livin' on paper money | |
When the paper ain' t thick enough | |
To pay the price of lovin' something | |
I just don' t seem to love | |
Holly wood ya be my merrygoround? | |
In this hard stone cold world | |
That' s got my feet on the ground | |
And all the season | |
Taste bad in my mouth | |
And it' s got me down | |
Holly wood ya | |
I haven' t got time for wondering | |
Ain' t making no time for hope | |
I' ve gotta be doin' something | |
Instead of getting hooked on dope | |
Got me over the barrel | |
But I feel like standing up | |
Life ain' t always fair now baby | |
Controlling your own luck | |
Holly wood ya be my merrygoround? | |
In this hard stone cold world | |
That' s got my feet on the ground | |
And all the season | |
Taste bad in my mouth | |
And it' s got me down | |
Holly wood ya | |
Hollywood ya try to keep my head on right? | |
Hollywood ya fill my hungry appetite? | |
Oh Holly could I find the fruit | |
And take a bite? | |
You' ve got to stand here in my corner | |
As I win this fight |
zuò cí : Vie, Z' Nuff | |
Today I gonna send the papers | |
Tomorrow gonna blow it off | |
Then I' m gonna show the neighbors | |
I' ve finally had enough | |
Of livin' on paper money | |
When the paper ain' t thick enough | |
To pay the price of lovin' something | |
I just don' t seem to love | |
Holly wood ya be my merrygoround? | |
In this hard stone cold world | |
That' s got my feet on the ground | |
And all the season | |
Taste bad in my mouth | |
And it' s got me down | |
Holly wood ya | |
I haven' t got time for wondering | |
Ain' t making no time for hope | |
I' ve gotta be doin' something | |
Instead of getting hooked on dope | |
Got me over the barrel | |
But I feel like standing up | |
Life ain' t always fair now baby | |
Controlling your own luck | |
Holly wood ya be my merrygoround? | |
In this hard stone cold world | |
That' s got my feet on the ground | |
And all the season | |
Taste bad in my mouth | |
And it' s got me down | |
Holly wood ya | |
Hollywood ya try to keep my head on right? | |
Hollywood ya fill my hungry appetite? | |
Oh Holly could I find the fruit | |
And take a bite? | |
You' ve got to stand here in my corner | |
As I win this fight |